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Quotations 
From Shakespeare. 

A COLLECTION OF PASSAGES 

FROM 

THE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, 

SELECTED AND ARRANGED 

BY EDMUND ROUTLEDGE. 



He ivas not of an age, but for all time. 

Ben Jonson. 






LONDON: 

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS; 

THE BROADWAY, LUDGATE. 

NEW YORK : 416, BROOME STREET. 

1867. 



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CONTEXTS. 



Pag, 

The Tempest i 

The Two Gentlemen of Verona 6 

The Merry Wives of Windsor 10 

Measure for Measure 12 

The Comedy of Errors 16 

Much Ado about Nothing 19 

Love's Labour's Lost 22 

A Midsummer Night's Dream . . . , 26 

The Merchant of Venice 29 

As You Like It 35 

The Taming of the Shrew 40 

All's Well that Ends Weli 42 

Twelfth Night ; or ; What You Win 43 

The Winter's Tale 45 

The Life and Death of Kixg John 40 

Richard the Second 50 

First Part of King Henry the Fourth 53 

Second Part of King Henry the Fourth 56 

King Henry the Fifth 60 

First Part of King Henry the Sixth 64 

Second Part of King Henry the Sixth 65 

Third Part of King Henry the Sixth 69 

King Richard the Third 7: 

King Henry the Eighth 77 

Troilus and Cressida 84 

coriolanus 90 

Titus Andrdntcls 91 

Romeo and Juliet 93 

Timon of Athens 100 

Julius Cesar . ... .104 

Macbeth ... in 



iv CONTENTS. 

Page 

Hamlet 118 

King Leak 136 

Othello .140 

Antony and Cleopatra 147 

Cymbeline 149 

Pericles 151 

Venus and Adonis 153 

Lucrece 157 

A Lover's Complaint 158 

The Passionate Pilgrim 158 

Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music ... 159 

Sonnets 760 

Index ... 161 



QUOTATIONS 
FROM SHAKESPEARE. 



THE TEMPEST. 
Mir. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness. — Act I, Sc. 2. 

Mir. I should sin 

To think but nobly of my grandmother. 

Act 1, Sc. 2, 

Pros. Here, cease more questions : 

Thou art inclin'd to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness, 
And give it way ; — Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Ariel. The King's son, Ferdinand, 

With hair up-staring, — then like reeds, not hair, — 
Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, Hell is empty, 
And all the devils are here. — Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Ariel. I will be correspondent to command, 
And do my spiriting gently. — Act I, Sc. 2. 

Cal. You taught me language ; and my profit on't 

Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you 
For learning me your language ! — Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Ariel. Come unto these yellow sands, 
And then take r^mds •: 

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2 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Court'sied when you have and kiss'd, — 

The wild waves whist, 

Foot it featly here and there ; 

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. 

Hark, hark ! I hear 

The strain of strutting chanticleer 

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. — Act I, Sc. i. 

Ariel. Full fathom five thy father lies ; 
Of his bones are coral made ; 
Those are pearls that were his eyes : 
Nothing of him that doth fade 
But doth suffer a sea- change 
Into something rich and strange. 
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : — Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Pros. And, but he's something stain'd 

With grief, that beauty's canker, thou mightst call him 
A goodly person. — Act I, Sc. 2. 

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not 
say he lies ? — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, 
and give it to his son for an apple. 

Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth 
more islands. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Fran. Sir, he may live ; 

I saw him beat the surges under him, 
And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water, 
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted 
The surge most swoln that met him ; his bold head 
'Bove the contentious waves he kept and oar'd 
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke 



THE TEMPEST. 



To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, 

As stooping to relieve him ; I not doubt 

He came alive to land. Act 2, Sc. I. 

Gon. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, 
And time to speak it in ; you rub the sore, 
When you should bring the plaster. Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Seb. This is a strange repose, to be asleep 

With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving, 
And yet so fast asleep. Act 2, Sc. I. 

Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly ; 

There's meaning in thy snores. Act 2, Sc, I. 

Ant. For all the rest, 

They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk ; 

Act 2, Sc, 1. 

Trin. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or 
alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish : a very ancient and 
fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, poor-John. 
A strange fish ! Were I in England now, (as once I was,) 
and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there 
but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster 
make a man; any strange beast there makes a man : when 
they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will 
lay out ten to see a dead Indian. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Trin. Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. 

Act 2, Sc, 2. 

Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish ; 
Nor in fetch firing 
At requiring 

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish : 
'Ban, 'Ban, Ca — Caliban 
Has a new master — Get a new man. Act 2, Sc, 2. 



QUOTATIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their labour 
Delight in them sets off : some kinds of baseness 
Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters 
Point to rich ends. — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Fer. For several virtues 

Have I lik'd several women ; never any 
With so full soul, but some defect in her 
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, 
And put it to the foil : — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Step. Flout 'em and scout 'em ; 
And scout 'em and flout 'em ; 
Thought is free. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Step. He that dies pays all debts : — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Alon. The thunder, 

That deep and dreadful organ pipe, — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Juno. Honour, riches, marriage — blessing, 
Long continuance, and increasing, 
Hourly joys be still upon you ! 
Juno sings her blessings on you. 

Ceres. Earth's increase, foison plenty, 
Barns and garners never empty ; 
Vines, with clust'ring branches growing ; 
Plants, with goodly burden bowing- 
Spring come to you at the farthest, 
In the very end of harvest ! 
Scarcity and want shall shun you ; 
Ceres' blessing so is on you. — Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Pros. These our actors, 

As I foretold you, were all spirits and 



THE TEMPEST. 



Are melted into air, into thin air : 
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, 
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, 
The solemn temples, the great globe itself, 
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, 
And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded, 
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff 
As dreams are made on, and our little life 
Is rounded with a sleep. — Act 4, Sc. 1.* 

Ariel. Where the bee sucks there suck I ; 
In a cowslip's bell I lie ; 
There I couch when owls do cry. 
On the bat's back I do fly 
After summer merrily, 
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, 
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. 

Act $, Sc. 1. 

Pros. Let us not burden our remembrances with 
A heaviness that's gone. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Gon. I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, 
This fellow could not drown. — Act 5, Sc. I. 

* This passage probably owes its origin to the following lines in Lord 
Sterling's " Tragedie of Darius," 1604 : — 

"Those golden pallaces, those gorgeous halles, 
With fourniture superfluouslie faire : 
Those statelie courts, those sky encountring walks, 
Evanish all like vapours in the aire." 



QUOTATIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 



THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. 

Val. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. 

Act I, Sc. i. 

Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans ; 
Coy looks with heart-sore sighs ; one fading moment's 

mirth, 
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : 
If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain ; 
If lost, why then a grievous labour won ; 
However, but a folly bought with wit, 
Or else a wit by folly vanquished. — Act I, Sc. I. 

Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud 

The eating canker dwells, so eating love 

Inhabits in the finest wits of all. 
Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud 

Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, 

Even so by love the young and tender wit 

Is turn'd to folly ; blasting in the bud, 

Losing his verdure even in the prime, 

And-all the fair effects of future hopes. — Act I, Sc. I. 

Live. Of many good I think him best. 

Jzeiia. Your reason ? 

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason ; 

I think him so, — because I think him so. — Act i, Sc. 2. 

Julia. His little speaking shows his love but small. 
Luc. Fire, that's closest kept burns most of all. 
"Julia. They do not love that do not show their love. 
Luc. O, they love least that let men know their love. 

Act I, Sc. 2. 



THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. 7 

Julia. Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, 
That, like a testy babe,* will scratch the nurse, 
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod ! — Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Ant. Experience is by industry achiev'd, 

And perfected by the swift course of time : 

Act 1, Sc, 3. 

Pro. O how this spring of love resembleth 
The uncertain glory of an April day ; 
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, 
And by and by a cloud takes all away ! — Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Pro. Why, then, we'll make exchange; here, take you this, 
Julia. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. — Act 2, Sc. 2. f 

Launce. As white as a lily, 

And as small as a wand. Act 2, Sc. 3, 

Val. Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes. 
Thu. They say that Love hath not an eye at all — 

Act 2, 'Sc. 4, 

yulia. A true- devoted pilgrim is not weary, 

To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; 

Act 2, Sc. 7. 

Julia. Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow. 
As seek to quench the fire of love with words. 

Act 2, Sc. 7. 

Julia. The current that with gentle murmur glides, 

Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; 

* Shakespeare has applied the same expression to grief in the Rape of 
Lucrece, line 1094. 

t This expression is also found in Dry den's "The Wife of Bath, her 
Tale," line 524 : — 

" Forgive if I have said, or done amiss, 
And seal the bargain with a friendly kiss." 



QUOTATIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

But when his fair course is not hindered, 

He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, 

Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge 

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; 

And so by many winding nooks he strays 

With willing sport, to the wild ocean. Act 2, Sc. 7. 

Val. Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, 

More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Val. Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; 
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. 
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, 
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Duke. Love is like a child, 

That longs for everything that he can come by. 



Pro. A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Pro. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Pro. Hope is a lover's staff ; walk hence with that, 
And manage it against despairing thoughts. 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Lau. To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue. 

Act 3, Sir. 1. 

Late. Good things should be praised. Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure 



THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. 9 

Trenched in ice, which, with an hour's heat, 
Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. 

Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Pro. For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews, 
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, 
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans 
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. 

Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Sec. Out. Are you content to be our general ? 
To make a virtue of necessity* 
And live, as we do, in this wilderness ? 

Act 4, Sc. t. 

SONG. 

Who is Sylvia ? what is she, 

That all our swains commend her ? 

Holy, fair, and wise is she ; 

The heaven such grace did lend her, 

That she might admired be. 

Is she kind as she is fair ? 

For beauty lives with kindness. 
Love doth to her eyes repair, 

To help him of his blindness, 
And, being help'd, inhabits there. 

Then to Sylvia let us sing, 

That Sylvia is excelling ; 
She excels each mortal thing 

Upon the dull earth dwelling : 
To her let us garlands bring. Act 4, Sc. 2. 

* This expression is also found in Chaucer's " Squier's Tale," Pt. 2 :— 
"That I made vertue of necessitee, 
And toke it wel, sin that it muste be." 
Also in Rabelais, Book I. ch. 2 ; and in Dryden's "Palamon and Arcite." 



io QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Pro. Love will not be spurr'd to what it loathes. 

Act 5, Sc. I. 

Pro. Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes. 

Act 5, St. i. 

Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man ! — Act 5, St. 4. 

Val. O time most accurs'd ! 

'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst. 

Act 5, St. 4. 

Pro. O Heaven ! were man 

But constant, he were perfect : that one error 
Fills him with faults ; makes him run thro' all th' sins. 

Act 5, Sc. 4. 



THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR. 

Slen. I had rather than forty shillings I had my book of 
songs and sonnets here. — Act I, Sc. I. 

Fal. A tapster is a good trade : an old cloak makes a new 
jerkin; a withered serving-man a fresh tapster. — Act I, Sc. 3. 

Mrs. Page. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles 
ere one chaste man. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Pist. - Why then the world's mine oyster, 

Which I with sword will open. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Fal. Such Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such 
liquor. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Ford. Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues ; 
Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 



THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR. n 

Anne. O what a world of vile, ill-flavour'd faults 

Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year. 

Act. 3, Sc. 4. 

Fal. The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever 
offended nostril. — Act 3, Sc. 5. 

Fal. Think of that, Master Brook.— Act 3, Sc. 5. 

Mrs. Page. We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, 
Wives may be merry, and yet honest too : 
We do not act that often jest and laugh ; 
'Tis old, but true, Still swine eat all the draff. 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Mrs*. Page. There is an old tale goes that Heme the hunter, 
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, 
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight, 
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; 
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle, 
And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain 
In a most hideous and fearful manner : 
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know, 
The superstitious idle-headed eld 
Received, and did deliver to our age, 
This tale of Heme the hunter for a truth. 

Act 4, Sc. 4. 

Fal. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in 
nativity, chance, or death. — Act 5, Sc. I. 

Fal. O powerful love ! that, in some respects, makes a 
beast a man, in some other, a man a beast. 

Act 5, Sc. 5. 



Fie on sinful fantasy ! 
Fie on lust and luxury ! 



12 QUO TA TIONS FR OM SHAKESPEARE. 

Lust is but a bloody fire, 

Kindled with unchaste desire, 

Fed in heart whose flames aspire 

As thoughts do blow them higher and higher. 

Act 5, Sc. 5. 



MEASURE FOR MEASURE. 

Duke. Thyself and thy belongings 

Are not thine own so proper, as to waste 
Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee. 
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, 
Not light them for themselves ; for if our 
Virtues did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike 
As if we had them not. — Act 1, Sc. 1. 

Duke. Believe not that the dribbling dart of love 

Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee 
To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose 
More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends 
Of burning youth. — Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Duke. As fond fathers, 

Having bound up the threat'ning twigs of birch, 
Only to stick it in their children's sight 
For terror, not to use, in time the rod 
Becomes more mock'd than fear'd ; so our decrees, 
Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead ; 
And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; 
The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart 
Goes all decorum. — Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Lucio. Our doubts are traitors, 

And make us lose the good we oft might win, 
By fearing to attempt. — Act 1, Sc. 4. 



MEASURE FOR MEASURE. 13 

Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law, 
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, 
And let it keep one shape, till custom make it 
Their perch, and not their terror. Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Escal. Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall : 

Some run from brakes of vice, and answer none : 
And some condemned for a fault alone. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Escal. Mercy is not itself,- that oft looks so ; 

Pardon is still the nurse of second woe. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Ang. Condemn the fault, but not the actor of it ? 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Isab. No ceremony that to great ones 3 longs, 

Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, 

The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, 

Become them with one half so good a grace 

As mercy does. Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Isab. Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; 
And He that might the 'vantage best have took, 
Found out the remedy. How would you be, 
If He, which is the top of judgment, should 
But judge you as you are ? O think on that ; 
And mercy then will breathe within your lips, 
Like man new made. Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Isab. O, it is excellent 

To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous 

To use it like a giant ! Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Isab. Merciful Heaven ! 

Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, 
Splitt'st t*he unwedgeable and gnarled oak 
Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! 



14 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Dress' d in a little brief authority, — 

Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, 

His glassy essence, — like an angry ape, 

Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, 

As make the angels weep. Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Isab. Great men may jest with saints, 'tis wit in them, 

But in the less foul profanation. Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, 

Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Aug. So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; 
Come all to help him, and so stop the air 
By which he should revive. Act 2, Sc. 4. 

Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, 

But only hope. Act 3, Sc. I. 

Isab. The sense of death is most in apprehension ; 
And the poor beetle that we tread upon, 
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great 
As when a giant dies. Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; 
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; 
This sensible warm motion to become 
A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit 
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside 
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; 
To be imprison' d in the viewless winds 
And blown with restless violence round about 
The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst 
Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts 
Imagine howling ; 'tis too horrible ! 



MEASURE FOR MEASURE. 15 

The weariest and most loathed worldly life 
That age, ache, penury and imprisonment 
Can lay on nature is a paradise 
To what we fear of death. — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Duke. The hand that hath made you fair hath made you 
good ; the goodness that is cheap in beauty makes beauty brief 
in goodness ; but grace being the soul of your complexion, 
shall keep the body of it ever fair. — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be, 
Free from our faults, as faults from seeming free ! 

Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Duke. No might nor greatness in mortality 

Can censure 'scape ; back- wounding calumny 
The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong 
Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue ? 

Act % Sc. 2. 

Duke. He who the sword of Heaven will bear, 
Should be as holy as severe ; 
Pattern in himself to know, 
Grace to stand, and virtue go ; 
More or less to others paying, 
Than by self offences weighing. 
Shame to him, whose cruel striking 
Kills for faults of his own liking ! Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Boy* Take, oh take, those lips away, 

That so sweetly were forsworn ; 

And those eyes, the break of day, 

Lights that do mislead the morn : 
But my kisses bring again, bring again ; 
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. 

Act 4, Sc. 1. 

* This song is also given in Fletcher's play, "The Bloody Brother," 
Act 5, Sc. 2, with the addition of a second verse. 



1 6 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Duke. Music oft hath such a charm 

To make bad good, and good provoke to harm. 

Act ^ Sc. i. 

Duke. O place and greatness ! millions of false eyes 
Are stuck upon thee ! Volumes of report 
Run with these false and most contrarious quests 
Upon thy doings ! thousand escapes of wit 
Make thee the father of their idle dream, 
And rack thee in their fancies. Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Abhor. Every true man's apparel fits your thief. 

Pro. If it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks 
it big enough ; if it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks 
it little enough : so every true man's apparel fits your thief. 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Isab. 'Tis a physic, 

That's bitter to sweet end. — Act 4, Sc, 6. 

Duke. Laws for all faults, 

But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes 
Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, 
As much in mock as mark. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Mari. They say, best men are moulded out of faults ; 
And for the most, become much more the better 
For being a little bad. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 



THE COMEDY OF ERRORS. 

Ant. S. He that commends me to mine own content, 
Commends me to the thing I cannot get. 
I to the world am like a drop of water 
That in the ocean seeks another drop, 
Who failing there to find his fellow forth, 
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: — Act 1, Sc. 2. 



THE COMEDY OF ERRORS 17 

Luciana. A man is master of his liberty : 

Time is their master; and, when they see time, 
They'll go or come. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Luc. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye 
But hath his bound, in earth,*>in sea, in sky : 
The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, 
Are their males' subjects, and at their controls : 
Men, more divine, the masters of all these, 
Lords of the wide world and wild wat'ry seas, 
Indued with intellectual sense and souls, 
Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, 
Are masters to their females, and their lords. 

Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Adriana. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, 
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry ; 
But were we burden' d with like weight of pain, 
As much or more we should ourselves complain : 

Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy ! 

Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Ant. S. When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport, 
But creep in crannies when he hides his beams. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Dro. S. There's no time for a man to recover hair, that 
grows bald by nature. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Ant. S. Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it 
is, so plentiful an excrement ? 

Dro. S. Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts ; 
and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in 
wit. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

C 



i8 QUOTATIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

A dr. Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine ;* 
Thou art an elm, my husband 1 I a vine, 
Whose weakness married to thy stronger state, 
Makes me with thy strength to communicate : 
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, 
Usurping ivy, briar, or idle moss ; 
Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion 
Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Ant, E. Say, that I linger' d with you at your shop 
To see the making of her carkanet^ 
And that to-morrow you will bring it home. 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Ant. E. A tableful of welcome makes scarce one dainty 
dish. — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Bal. For slander lives upon succession ; 

For ever housed where it gets possession. — Act 3, Sc. I. 

Angelo. Here's the note, 

How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat, 
The fineness of the gold and chargeful fashion. 

Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Dro. S. Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's 
worth to season. 

Nay he's a thief too ; have you not heard men say, 
That Time comes stealing on by night and day ? 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 



* Observe the similarity between these lines and the following from 
Milton's " Paradise Lost," Book V., line 215 :— 

" They led the vine 
To wed her elm ; she spous'd about him twines 
Her marriageable arms. " 
t A chain or collar. 



MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. 19 

Dro. S. Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat 
with the devil. — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Abb. Unqaiet meals make ill digestions. — Act 5, Sc. I. 



MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. 
Beatrice. He is a very valiant trencher-man. — Act 1, Sc. 1. 

Cla. Friendship is constant in all other things 
Save in the office and affairs of love : 
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues : 
Let every eye negotiate for itself, 
And trust no agent ; for beauty is a witch 
Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. 
This is an accident of hourly proof, 
Which I mistrusted not. — Act 2, Sc. I. 

Cla. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but little 
happy, if I could say how much. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

D. Tea 7 . It is the' witness still of excellency, 

To put a strange face on his own perfection. 

Act 2, Sc. 3. 

SONG. 

Bal. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, 

Men were deceivers ever, 
One foot in sea and one on shore, 

To one thing constant never. 
Then sigh not so, but let them go, 

And be you blithe and bonny, 
Converting all your sounds of woe 
Into Hey nonny, nonny. 
C 2 



20 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Sing no more ditties, sing no more, 

Of dumps so dull and heavy ; 
The fraud of men was ever so, 

Since summer first was leafy : 
Then sigh not so, &c. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Benedick. Sits the wind in that corner? — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Bene. A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot 
endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these 
paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his 
humour ? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I 
would die a bachelor,- 1 did not think I should live till I were 
married. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Bene. Everyone can master a grief but he that has it. 

Act 3, .Sir. 2. 

Dog. God hath blessed you with a good name ; to be a 
well-favoured man is the gift of fortune ; but to read and 
write, comes by nature. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Dog. If you meet a thief, you may suspect him, by virtue 
of your office, to be no true man ; and, for such kind of men, 
the less you meddle or make with them, why the more is for 
your honesty. 

Watch. If we know him to be a thief, shall we not lay 
hands on him ? 

Dog. Truly by your office, you may ; but I think they 
that touch pitch will be defiled ;* the most peaceable way for 
you, if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what 
he is, and steal out of your company. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

* In the Apocrypha, Book of Ecclesiasticus, chap. i. ver. 6, this expres- 
sion also occurs — " He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith ;" 
and in Henry IV., Part I., Act 2, Sc. 4, Falstaff says, "This pitch, as 
ancient writers do report, doth defile." 



MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. 21 

Verg. If you hear a child cry in the night, you must call 
to the nurse and bid her still it. 

Watch. How if the nurse be asleep and will not hear us ? 

Dog. Why, then, depart in peace, and let the child wake 
her with crying : for the ewe that will not hear her lamb 
when it baes, will never answer a calf when he bleats. 

Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Bora. Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this 
fashion is ? how giddily he turns about all the hot bloods, 
between fourteen and five and thirty, sometimes fashioning 
them like Pharaoh's soldiers in the reechy painting, sometimes 
like god Bel's priests in the old church-window. 

Con. All this I see ; and I see that the fashion wears out 
more apparel than the man. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Dog. Comparisons are odorous.* — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Dog. Where the age is in, the wit is out. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Friar. It so falls out, 

That what we have we prize not to the worth, 
Whiles we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and lost, 
Why then we rack the value ; then we find 
The virtue that possession would not show us, 
Whiles it was ours. Act 4, Sc. I. 

Dog. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

* Mrs. Malaprop's speech, which is often quoted, in the above words, 
is, " Caparisons don't become a young woman." The expression " Com- 
parisons are odious" is to be found in Burton's "Anatomy of Melan- 
choly," Part III., sect. 3, mem. 1, sub. 2; George Herbert, "Jacula 
Prudentum," p. 350 (Pickering's edition, vol. i) ; and in Heywood's "A 
Woman Killed with Kindness," Act i, Sc. 1, Jenkins says, "O Slime, O 
Brickbat, do not you know that comparisons are odious ? Now we are 
odious ourselves, and therefore there are no comparisons to be made 
between us." 



22 QUOTA T/ONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Dog. Oh, that he were here to write me down — an ass ! 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Leoii. 'Tis all men's office to speak patience 

To those that wring under the load of sorrow ; 
But no man's virtue nor sufficiency 
To be so moral when he shall endure 
The like himself. — Act 5, Sc. I. 

Leon. There was never yet philosopher, 

That could endure the toothache patiently ; 

However, they have writ the style of gods, 

And made a push at chance and sufferance. — Act 5, Sc. 1 . 

Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. 

Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Bene, Get thee a wife, get thee a wife; there is no staff 
more reverend than one tipped with horn. — Act 5, Sc. 4. 



LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. 

Biron. Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile. 

Act 1, Sc. I. 

Prin. Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, 
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. 

Act 2, Sc. I. 

Ros. A merrier man, 

Within the limit of becoming mirth, 
I never spent an hour's talk withal Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Biron. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid : 
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, 
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, 
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.—^^ 3, Sc. I. 



LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. 



Biron. I seek a wife ! 

A woman that is like a German clock,* 
Still a-repairing ; ever out of frame ; 
And never going aright, being a watch, 
But being watch'd that it may still go right ! 

Act 3, Sc. i. 

Prin. And out of question so it is sometimes, 

Glory grows guilty of detested crimes. Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Sir Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are 
bred in a book. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

King. Black is the badge of hell. — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light. 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Long. O ! Some authority how to proceed ; 

Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Biron. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : 
They are the ground, the books, the academes, 
From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire. 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Biron. For where is any author in the world, 
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye ? 
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, 
And where we are, our learning likewise is. 
Then, when ourselves we see in ladies' eyes, 
Do we not likewise see our learning there ? 

Act 4, Sc: 3. 

* Ben Jonson, in " A Silent Woman," Act 4, Sc. 1, uses the same 
simile. "She takes herself asunder still when she goes to bed, into some 
twenty boxes ; and about next day, noon, is put together again like a 
great German clock." The expression is also employed by Middleton 
in "A Mad World my Master," 1608, and in Decker and Webster's 
"Westward Hoe," 1607. Mistress Birdlime says, "No German clock, 
nor mathematical engine whatsoever, requires so much reparation as a 
woman's face." — Act 1, Sc. 1. 



24 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 



Biron. A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind : 

A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Biro?i. And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods 
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. 
Never durst poet touch a pen to write, 
Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs ; 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Biron. For Charity itself fulfils the law, 

And who can sever love from charity ? Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Moth. They have been at a great feast of languages, and 
stolen the scraps. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Print None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd, 
As wit turn'd fool ; folly, in wisdom hatch'd, 
Hath wisdom's warrant and the help of school, 
And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. 

Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such excess, 
As gravity's revolt to wantonness. 

Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, 
As foolery in the wise when wit doth dote ; 
Since all the power thereof it doth apply, 
To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity. Act 5, Sc. 2. 

Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen 
As is the razor's edge invisible, 
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen ; 
Above the sense of sense ; so sensible 
Seemeth their conference ; their conceits have wings, 
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter 
things. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 

Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief. 

Act 5, Sc. 2 e 

Biron. Mirth canno^ move a soul in agony. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 



LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. 25 

Ros. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear 

Of him that hears it, never in the tongue 
Of him that makes it. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 

THE SONG. 

Spring. 

When daisies pied, and violets blue, 

And lady-smocks all silver-white, 
And cuckoo -buds of yellow hue 

Do paint the meadows with delight, 
The cuckoo then, on every tree, 
Mocks married men ; for thus sings he. 

Cuckoo ; 
Cuckoo, cuckoo : O word of fear, 
Unpleasing to a married ear ! 

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, 
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, 

When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, 
And maidens bleach their summer smocks, 

The cuckoo then, on every tree, 

Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, 
Cuckoo ; 

Cuckoo, cuckoo : O word of fear, 

Unpleasing to a married ear ! 

Winter. 

When icicles hang by the wall 

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, 

And Tom bears logs into the hall, 
And milk comes frozen home in pail, 

When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, 

Then nightly sings the staring owl, 
Tu-whit ; 

Tu-who, a merry note, 

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 



QUOTATIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

When all aloud the wind doth blow, 
And coughing drowns the parson's saw, 

And birds sit brooding in the snow, 
And Marian's nose looks red and raw, 

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl. 

Then nightly sings the staring owl, 
Tu-whit ; 

Tu-who, a merry note, 

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 



A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. 
The. Be advis'd, fair maid ; 

To you your father should be as a god ; 
One that compos'd your beauties, yea, and one 
To whom you are but as a form in wax, 
By him imprinted and within his power 
To leave the figure or disfigure it. — Act I, Sc. 1 . 

The. But earthly happier is the rose distill'd, 

Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, 
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. 

Act 1, Sc. I. 

Lys. Ay me ! for aught that I could ever read, 
Could ever hear by tale or history, 
The course of true love never did run smooth.* 

Act 1, Sc. 1. 

Hel. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; 
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind : 
Nor has Love's mind of any judgment taste : 
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste : 
And therefore is Love said to be a child, 
Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd. 
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, 
So the boy Love is perjur'd everywhere. — Act 1, Sc. 1. 

* The same sentiment, in very different language, has been expressed 
by Milton, in "Paradise Lost," Book X., line 896, and following lines. 



A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. 27 

Bot. Let me play the lion too : I will roar, that I will do 
any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar, that I will 
make the duke say, " Let him roar again, let him roar again. " 

Quin. An' you should do it too terribly, you would fright 
the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek ; and that 
were enough to hang us all. 

All. That would hang us, every mother's son. 

Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the 
ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion, 
but to hang us : but I will aggravate my voice so that I will 
roar you as gently as any sucking dove ; I will roar you an' 
'twere any nightingale. — Act I, Sc. 2. 

Quince. A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. 

Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Oberon. And the Imperial votaress pass'd on, 

In maiden meditation, fancy free. — Act 2, Sc. I. 

Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth,* 
In forty minutes. — Act 2, Sc. I. 

Obe. I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, 
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, 
Quite over- canopied with luscious woodbine, 
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. 

Act 2, Sc. I. 

1st Fairy. You spotted snakes with double tongue, 
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen ; 
Newts and blind-worms, do not wrong, 
Come not near our fairy queen. 

* This expression seems to have been a favourite with the Elizabethan 
dramatists. Chapman, in his " Bussy d'Ambois," Act 1, Sc. 1, 1607, 
says, — 

" And, as great seamen, using all their wealth 
And skill in Neptune's deep invisible paths, 
In tall ships richly built, and ribb'd with brass, 
To put a girdle round about the world." 



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28 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Philomel, with melody, 
Sing in our sweet lullably ; 
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby. 
Never harm, 
Nor spell nor charm, 
Come our lovely lady nigh ; 
So good night, with lullaby. 

Weaving spiders, come not here. 
Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence ! 
Beetles black, approach not near, 

Worm nor snail, do no offence. 

Philomel with melody, &c. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Lys. The will of man is by his reason sway'd. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Bot. A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing : for 
there is not a more fearful wild-fowl, than your lion living. 

Act 3, Sc, I. 

Hel. We grew together, 

Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; 

But yet a union in partition, 

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. — Act?,, Sc. 2. 

Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of. 

Thes. More strange than true. I never may believe 
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. 
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, 
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend, 
More than cool reason ever comprehends. 
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, 
Are of imagination all compact : 
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; 
That is, — the madman. — The lover, all as frantic, 
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : 



THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. 29 

The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling, 

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven : 

And as imagination bodies forth 

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen 

Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing 

A local habitation and a name. 

Such tricks hath strong imagination, 

That, if it would but apprehend some joy, 

It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; 

Or in the night, imagining some fear, 

How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear ! Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Pro. If we offend, it is with our good will. 

That you should think, we come not to offend, 
But with good will. To show our simple skill, 
That is the true beginning of our end. Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Lys, It is not enough to speak, but to speak true. 

Act 5, Sc. 1. 

The. His speech was like a tangled chain ; nothing impaired, 
but all disordered. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 

The. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. 

Act 5, Sc. 1. 



THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. 

Gra. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, 
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? Act I, Sc. 1. 

Gra. There are a sort of men whose visages 

Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond, 
And do a wilful stillness entertain, 
"With purpose to be dressed in an opinion 
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit, 



30 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

As who should say, " I am Sir Oracle, 
And when I ope my lips let no dog bark ! " 

Act i, Sc. i. 

Bas. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two 
bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them ; 
and, when you have them, they are not worth the search. 

Act i, St. I. 

Bas. In my school days, when I had lost one shaft, 
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight 
The self-same way, with more advised watch 
To find the other forth ; and, by adventuring both, 
I oft found both. — Act I, Sc. I. 

For. By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is a-weary of this 
great world. — Act i, Sc. 2. 

For. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions. 

Act I, St. 2. 

Shy. But ships are but boards, sailors but men : there be 
land-rats and water-rats, land-thieves and water-thieves, I 
mean pirates, and then there is the peril of waters, winds, 
and rocks. — Act I, Sc. 3. 

Ant. The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. 
An evil soul producing holy witness, 
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, 
A goodly apple rotten at the heart ; 
O what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! — Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Shy. Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. — Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Shy. Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, 

With bated breath, and whispering humbleness, 
Say this?— Act I, Sc. 3. 



THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. 




3i 


Shy. Why, look you how you storm ! 






I would be friends with you, and have your love 






Act i, 


Sc 


3- 


Shy. father Abraham, what these Christians are ; 






Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect 






The thoughts of others. — Act i, Sc. 3. 






Latin. It is a wise father that knows his own child. 






Act 2, 


Sc. 


2. 


Gob. What a beard hast thou got ! thou hast got more hair 


on thy chin than Dobbin my phill-horse has on his tail. 






Act 2, 


Sc. 


2. 


Shy. Fast bind, fast find ; * 






A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. Act 2, 


Sc. 


5. 


Gra. Who riseth from a feast 






With that keen appetite that he sits down ? 






Where is the horse that doth untread again 






His tedious measures with the unbated fire 






That he did pace them first ? all things that are, 






Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. 






How like a younker or a prodigal, 






The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, 






Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind ! 






How like a prodigal doth she return ; 






With over- weather' d ribs and ragged sails, 






Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind. 






Act 2, 


Sc. 


6. 


Jes. Love is blind, and lovers cannot see 






The pretty follies that themselves commit. 






Act 2, 


Sc.6. 


* In Tusser's " 500 Points of Good Husbandry" we read : — 






"Washing, dry sun, dry wind, 






Safe bind, safe find." 







32 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Mor. All that glisters is not gold ; * 
Often have you heard that told ; 
Many a man his life hath sold, 
Bat my outside to behold, 
Gilded worms do worms infold. — Act 2, Sc. 7. 

Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy : — 

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.T — Act 2, Sc. 9. 

Shy. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, 
dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same 
food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same 
diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by 
the same winter and summer, as a. Christian is ? If you prick 
us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if 
you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we 
not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble 
you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? 
Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his suf- 
ferance be by Christian example ? Why, revenge. The 
villany you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but 
I will better the instruction. — Act 3, Sc. I. 

Shy. A bankrupt, a prodigal who dare scarce show his 
head on the Rialto. — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

SONG. 
Tell me where is fancy bred, 
Or in the heart or in the head, 
How begot, how nourished ? 
Reply, reply. 

* Spenser in the " Faerie Queene," II. viii. 14, wrote : — 
" Yet gold all is not that doth golden seeme." 
And George Herbert has, in his "Jacula Prudentum," "All is not gold 
that glisters." 

t In Farquhar's "The Recruiting Officer," Act 3, Sc. 2, Captain 
Brazen says : " Hanging and marriage, you know, go by destiny." 



THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. 33 

It is engender'd in the eyes, 
With gazing fed ; and fancy dies 
In the cradle where it lies. 

Let us all ring fancy's knell ! 

I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. 

Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Bass. The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. 
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, 
Eut, being season'd with a gracious voice, 
Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, 
What damned error, but some sober brow 
Will bless it, and approve it with a text, 
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament ? 
There is no vice so simple but assumes 
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts : 
How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false 
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins 
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, 
Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk ; 
And these assume but valour's excrement, 
To render them redoubted ! — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Lau. When I shun Scylla your father, I fall into Charybdis 
your mother. — Act 3, Sc. 5.* 

For. The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; 

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven 
Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless' d ; 
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes : 
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes 
The throned monarch better than his crown ; 

* The origin of this phrase is found in the following extract from the works 
of Philip Gualtier, a poet of the thirteenth century: — 

" Inudis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim." 
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34 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, 

The attribute to awe and majesty, 

Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; 

But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; 

It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, 

It is an attribute to God himself; 

And earthly power doth then show likest God's, 

When mercy seasons justice. — Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Shy, A Daniel come to judgment ! yea, a Daniel. 

Act &„ Sc. I. 

Gra. Now, infidel, I have thee on the hip. Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Gra. A Daniel, still say I ; a second Daniel ! 

I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. 

Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Shy. Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that ; 
You take my house, when you do take the prop 
That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, 
When you do take the means whereby I live. 

Act /{, Sc. 1. 

For. He is well paid that is well satisfied. Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Lor. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! 
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music 
Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night 
Become the touches of sweet harmony. 
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven 
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : 
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold' st, 
But in his motion like an angel sings, 
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; 
Such harmony is in immortal souls ; 
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay 
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. 

Act 5, Sc. 1. 



AS YOU LIKE IT. 35 

Lor. The man that hath no music in himself, 

Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, 
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. 
The motions of his spirit are dull as night, 
And his affections dark as Erebus : 
Let no such man be trusted. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 

For. How far that little candle throws his beams ! 
So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 

Act 5, Sc. 1. 

For. A substitute shines brightly as a king, 
Until a king be by, and then his state 
Empties itself, as doth an inland brook 
Into the main of waters. — Act 5, Sc. I. 

For. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, 
When neither is attended, and I think 
The nightingale, if she should sing by day, 
When every goose is cackling, would be thought 
No better a musician than the wren. 
How many things by season, season'd are, 
To their right praise and true perfection ! — Act$, Sc. 1. 



AS YOU LIKE IT. 

Cel. Since the little wit, that fools have, was silenced, the 
little foolery, that wise men have, makes a great show. 

Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Fos. O, how full of briars is this working- day world ! 

Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Duke S. Sweet are the uses of adversity, 

Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, 

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36 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Wears yet a precious jewel in his head : 
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, 
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, 
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. 

Act 2, Sc. i. 

Ami. Under the greenwood tree, 

Who loves to lie with me 
And turn his merry note 
Unto the sweet bird's throat, 
Come hither, come hither, come hither ; 
Here shall he see 
No enemy 
But winter and rough weather. — Act 2, Sc. 5. 

Jaq. I can suck melancholy out of a song. —Act 2, Sc. 5. 

Jaq. A fool, a fool ! I met a fool i' the forest, 
A motley fool ; a miserable world ! 
As I do live by food, I met a fool ; 
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, 
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, 
In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. 
1 Good morrow, fool,' quoth I. l No, sir,' quoth he, 
* Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune : ' 
And then he drew a dial from his poke, 
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, 
Says very wisely, ' It is ten o'clock : 
Thus we may see,' quoth he, 'how the world wags : 
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, 
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; 
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, 
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; 
And thereby hangs a tale. ' * When I did hear 

* See "Taming of the Shrew," Act 4, Sc. 1. Gru7nio : "And thereby 
hangs a tale." "Merry Wives of Windsor," Act 1, Sc. 4. Quickly: "Well, 
thereby hangs a tale." 



AS YOU LIKE IT. 37 

The motley fool thus moral on the time, 

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, 

That fools should be so deep-contemplative, 

And I did laugh, sans intermission, 

An hour by his dial. O noble fool ! 

A worthy fool ! Motley's the only wear. — Act 2, Sc. 7. 

Jaq. I must have liberty 

Withal, as large a charter as the wind, 
To blow on whom I please. — Act 2, Sc. 7. 

Jaq. All the world's a stage,* 

And all the men and women merely players : 

They have their exits and their entrances ; 

And one man in his time plays many parts, 

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, 

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. 

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel 

And shining morning face, creeping, like snail, 

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, 

Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad 

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier 

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, 

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, 

Seeking the bubble reputation 

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, 

In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, 

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, 

Full of wise saws and modern instances ; 

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts 

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, 

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, 



* " Totus mundus agit histrionem " is said to have been the motto over 
Shakespeare's Theatre, the Globe. It occurs in one of the fragments of 
Petronius. 



38 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide 

For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, 

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes 

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, 

That ends this strange eventful history, 

Is second childishness and mere oblivion, 

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. 

Act 2, Sc. 7. 

SONG. 
Amu Blow, blow, thou winter wind, 

Thou art not so unkind 
As man's ingratitude ; 
Thy tooth is not so keen, 
Because thou art not seen, 
Although thy breath be rude. 
Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly 
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : 
Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! 
This life is most jolly. 

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, 
That dost not bite so nigh 

As benefits forgot : 
Though thou the waters warp, 
Thy sting is not so sharp 

As friend remember'd not. 

Heigh-ho ! sing, &c. — Act 2, Sc. 7. 

Corin. He that wants money, means, and content, is without 
three good friends. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Touch. Thou art in a parlous state, shepherd. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat ; 
though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage. 

Act 3, Sc. 2. 



AS YOU LIKE IT. 39 

Touch. As a walled town is more worthier than a village, 
so is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the 
bare brow of a bachelor, — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Phebe. Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight. * 

Act 3, Sc. 5. 

Ros. Men are April when they woo, December when they 
wed. — Act 4, Sc. 1. 

SONG. 

iw-. What shall he have that kill'd the deer? 
His leather skin and horns to wear. 

Then sing him home ; 
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn ; 
It was a crest ere thou wast born : 

Thy father's father wore it, 

And thy father bore it : 
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn 
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

OH. Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Touch. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man 
knows himself to be a fool. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Orl. O how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through 
another man's eyes. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 

Jaq. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all 
tongues are called fools. — Act 5, Sc. 4. 

Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie ? 

Touch. O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book ; as you have 

books for good manners : I will name you the degrees. The 

* This line is copied from the first sestiad of Marlowe's "Hero and 
Leander." 



40 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

first, the Retort Courteous ; the second, the Quip Modest ; 
the third, the Reply Churlish ; the fourth, the Reproof 
Valiant ; the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome ; the sixth, 
the Lie with Circumstance ; the seventh, the Lie Direct. All 
these you may avoid but the Lie Direct ; and you may avoid 
that too, with an If. I knew when seven justices could not 
take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, 
one of them thought but of an If, as, ' If you said so, then I 
said so ; ' and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If 
is the only peace-maker ; much virtue in If. — Act 5, Sc. 4. 

Ros. If it be true that good wine needs no bush, * 'tis true 
that a good play needs no epilogue ; yet to good wine they do 
use good bushes, and good plays prove the better by the help 
of good epilogues. — Act 5, Sc. 4. 



THE TAMING OF THE SHREW. 

Tra. And do as adversaries do in law : 

Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. 

Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Pet. Let specialties be therefore drawn between us, 
That covenants may be kept on either hand. 

Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd, 
That is, her love ; for that is all in all. 

Pet. Why, that is nothing ; for I tell you, father, 
I am as peremptoiy as she proud-minded ; 
And where two raging fires meet together 
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury : 
Though little fire grows great with little wind, 
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all. 

Act 2, Sc. 1. 

* An allusion to the ancient custom of hanging a bush before a . 
tavern door 



THE TAMING OF THE SHREW. 41 

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer ; 

A velvet dish : fie, fie ! 'tis lewd and filthy : 

Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell, 

A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap : 

Away with it, come, let me have a bigger. 
Ratk. I'll have no bigger : this doth fit the time, 

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these. 

Act 4, Sc$. 

Pet. Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread ! 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

ffeL For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich ; 
- I And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, 
So honour peereth in the meanest habit. — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Keith. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, 
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty ; 
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty 
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it. 
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, 
Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, 
And for thy maintenance ; commits his body 
To painful labour both by sea and land ; 
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, 
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; 
And craves no other tribute at thy hands, 
But love, fair looks and true obedience, — 
Too little payment for so great a debt. 
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, 
Even such a woman oweth to her husband ; 
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour, 
And not obedient to his honest will, 
What is she but a foul contending rebel, 
And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? 
I am asham'd that women are so simple 



42 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

To offer war where they should kneel for peace ; 
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, 
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. 
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth, 
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, 
But that our soft conditions and our hearts 
Should well agree with our external parts ? 

Act 5, Sc. 



ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. 

Par. Your date is better in your pie and your porridge, 
than in your cheek. — Act I, Sc. I. 

Clown. Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no 
hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black 
gown of a big heart. — Act I, Sc. 3. 

Hel. He that of greatest works is finisher, 
Oft does them by the weakest minister : 
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, 
When judges have been babes.* — Act 2, Sc. I. 

King. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, 
The place is dignified by the doer's deed. — Act 2, Sc, 3. 

1st Lord. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good 
and ill together : our virtues would be proud, if our faults 
whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair, if they 
were not cherished by our virtues. — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

* See Psalm viii. 2 : " Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou 
ordained strength ; " and St. Matthew xi. 25 : " I thank thee, O Father, 
Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the 
-ise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes." 



TWELFTH NIGHT. 43 

Hel. All's well that ends well. — Act 5, Sc. I 

King. Praising what is lost, 

Makes the remembrance dear. — Act 5, Sc. 3. 

King. Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, 
Destroy our friends and after weep their dust. 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 

Ber. All impediments in fancy's course 

Are motives of more fancy. — Act 5, Sc. 3. 



TWELFTH NIGHT; or, WHAT YOU WILL. 

Duke. If music be the food of love, play on ; 
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, 
The appetite may sicken, and so die. 
That strain again ! it had a dying fall : 
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound 
That breathes upon a bank of violets, 
Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. 
O spirit of love ! how quick and fresh art thou ! 
That, notwithstanding thy capacity 
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, 
Of what validity and pitch soe'er, 
But falls into abatement and low price, 
Even in a minute ! so full of shapes is fancy, 
That it alone is high-fantastical. — Act 1, Sc. 1. 

Sir T. I am sure care's an enemy to life. — Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Clo. Journeys end in lovers' meeting, 

Every wise man's son doth know. — Act 2, Sc, 3. 



44 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Sir T. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, 

There shall be no more cakes and ale ? — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Duke, Let still the woman take 

An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, 
So sways she level in her husband's heart : 
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, 
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, 
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, 
Than women's are. — Act 2, Sc. 4. 

Vio. She never told her love, 

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, 
Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, 
And, with a green and yellow melancholy, 
She sat like patience on a monument, 
Smiling at grief. "Was not this love indeed ? 
We men may say more, swear more : but indeed, 
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove 
Much in our vows, but little in our love. — Act 2, Sc. 4. 

Mai. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and 
some have greatness thrust upon 'em. — Act 2, Sc. 5. 

Vio. I pity you. 

OIL That's a degree to love.* — Act 3, Sc. I. 

Oli. Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better. 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Scbas. I can no other answer make but thanks, 

And thanks, and ever thanks : and oft good turns 
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay. 

Act 3, Sc. 3- 

* Thomas Southern, in " Orconoko," Act 2, Sc. 1, writes :— 
Orconoko. Do pity me : 

Pity's akin to love. 



THE WINTER'S TALE. 45 

Ant. In nature there's no blemish, but the mind ; 
None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind. 

Act 3, Sc. 5. 

Sir A. Let him alone, I'll go another way to work with 
him: I'll 'have an action of battery against him, if there be 
any law in Illyria : though I struck him first, yet it's no 
matter for that. — Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Clo, The whirligig of time brings in his revenges. 

Act 5, Sc. 1. 



THE WINTER'S TALK 

Leon. Calumny will sear 

Virtue itself. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Paul. The silence often of pure innocence 

Persuades, when speaking fails. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Paul. What's gone and what's past help 
Should be past grief. — Act 3, Sc, 2. 

Aut. A quart of ale is a dish for a king. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Aut. My traffic is sheets ; when the kite builds, look to 
lesser linen. My father named me Autolycus ; who being, as 
I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of 
unconsidered trifies. — Act 4, Sc, 2. 

Aut. Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, 
And merrily hent the stile-a; 
A merry heart goes all the day, 
Your sad tires in a mile-a. — Act 4, Sc. 2, 



46 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Per. Tell him plainly, 

The self-same sun that shines upon his court 
Hides not his visage from our cottage, but 
Looks on alike. — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Cam. Prosperity's the very bond of love, 

Whose fresh complexion and whose head together 
Affliction alters. — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Aut. Ha, ha ! what a fool honesty is ! and trust, his sworn 
brother, a very simple gentleman ! — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

1 Gent. The news, Rogero ? 

2 Gent. Nothing but bonfires. — Act ^ c. S2. 

Leon. What fine chisel 

Could ever yet cut breath ? — Act 5, Sc. 3. 



THE LIFE AND DEATH OF KING JOHN. 

Pas. And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter ; 
New made honour doth forget men's names. 

Act 1, Sc. 1. 

Aust. Courage mounteth with occasion. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Pas. That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling Commodity, 
Commodity, the bias of the world ; 
The world, who of itself is peised well, 
Made to run even, upon even ground ; 
Till this advantage, this vile-drawing bias, 
This sway of motion, this Commodity, 



KING JOHN. 47 



Makes it take head from all indifferency, 
From all direction, purpose, course, intent : 
And this same bias, this Commodity, 
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word, 
Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France, 
Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid, 
From a resolv'd and honourable war, 
To a most base and vile-concluded peace. — 
And why rail I on this Commodity ? 
But for because he hath not woo'd me yet : 
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand, 
When his fair angels would salute my palm ; 
But for my hand, as unattempted yet, 
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. 
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, 
And say, — there is no sin but to be rich ; 
And being rich, my virtue then shall be 
To say, — there is no vice but beggary: 
Since kings break faith upon commodity, 
Gain, be my lord ! for I will worship thee ! 

Act 2, Sc. I. 

Const, Thou ever strong upon the stronger side. 

Act 3, Sc. I. 

Const. Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame, 
And hang a calf 's-skin on those recreant limbs. 

Act 3, Sc. i. 

Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, 
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; 
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, 
Remembers me of all his gracious parts, 
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. 

Act 3, Sc. 4. 



48 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Lav. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, 

Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Pand. When fortune means to men most good, 
She looks upon them with a threatening eye. 

Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Pand. * The hearts 

Of all his people shall revolt from him, 

And kiss the lips of unacquainted change. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Sal. Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, 
To guard a title that was rich before, 
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, 
To throw a perfume on the violet, 
To smooth the ice, or add another hue 
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light 
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, 
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Pern. When workmen strive to do better than well, 
They do confound their skill in covetousness ; 
And oftentimes excusing of a fault, 
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, 
As patches set upon a little breach 
Discredit more in hiding of the fault, 
Than did the fault before it was so patch'd. 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Hub. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, 
The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, 
With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; 
W T ho, with his shears and measure in his hand, 
Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste 
Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet, ) 
Told of a many thousand warlike French 
That were embattled and rank'd in Kent. 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 



KING JOHN. 49 



K. John. It is the curse of kings to be attended 
By slaves that take their humours for a warrant 
To break within the bloody house of life, 
And on the winking of authority 
To understand a law, to know the meaning 
Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns 
More upon humour than advised respect. 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 

K. John. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, 
Makes ill deeds done. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

P. Hen. 'Tis strange, that death should sing. 

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, 

Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death ; 

And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings 

His soul and body to their lasting rest.*— Act 5, Sc. 7. 

Bast. This England never did, nor never shall, 
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, 
But when it first did help to wound itself. 
Now these her princes are come home again, 
Come the three corners of the world in arms, 
And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, 
If England to itself do rest but true. — Act 5, Sc. 7. 

* This same expression is also to be found in the " Merchant of Venice," 
Act 3, Sc. 2 ; and " Othello," Act 5, Sc. 2. The origin of it is in Riley's 
Ovid, Epistle 7, page 63 : — 

"Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, 
When the Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Maeander." 



50 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

RICHARD THE SECOND. 

Duck. Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. 

Act i, Sc. 2. 

Gaunt. Things sweet to taste, prove in digestion sour. 

Act i, Sc. 3. 

Boling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, 
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? 
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, 
By bare imagination of a feast ? 
Or wallow naked in December snow, 
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? 
O, no ! the apprehension of the good 
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse : 
Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more 
Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. 

Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Gaunt. O, but they say the tongues of dying men 
Enforce attention like deep harmony : 
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, 
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. 
He that no more must say is listen'd more 
Then they whom youth and ease have taught to glose ; 
More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before : 
The setting sun, and music at the close, 
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, 
Writ in remembrance more than things long past. 

Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Gaunt. This precious stone set in the silver sea, 
W T hich serves it in the office of a wall 
Or as a moat defensive to a house, 



RICHARD THE SECOND. 51 

Against the envy of less happier lands, 
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. 

Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Gaitnt. The pleasure, that some fathers feed upon, 
Is my strict fast, I mean — my children's looks. 

Act 2, Sc. I. 

Gaunt. Misery makes sport to mock itself. — Act 2, Sc. 1 

Boling. Eating the bitter bread of banishment.* 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

K. Rich. Not all the water in the rough rude sea 
Can wash the balm from an anointed king : 
The breath of worldly men cannot depose 
The deputy elected by the Lord. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

K. Rich. Of comfort no man speak : 

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; 
Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes 
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. 
Let's choose executors and talk of wills : 
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath 
Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? 
Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, 
And nothing can we call our own but death ; 
And that small model of the barren earth 
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. 
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, 
And tell sad stories of the death of kings : 
How some have been depos'd ; some slain in war ; 

* This line also occurs in Beaumont and Fletcher's Play of "The 
Lover's Progress," Act 5, Sc. 1 : — 

" Lisander. Does she suffer so much for me, 

For me unworthy, and shall I decline 
Eating the bitter bread of banishment?" 
E 2 



52 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; 

Some poison'd by their wives ; some sleeping kill'd ; 

All murder' d : for within the hollow crown 

That rounds the mortal temples of a king 

Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits,. 

Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, 

Allowing him a breath, a little scene, 

To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, 

Infusing him with self and vain conceit, 

As if this flesh which walls about our life 

Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus 

Comes at the last and with a little pin 

Bores through his castle wall ; and farewell king ! 

Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood 

With solemn reverence : throw away respect, 

Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, 

For you have but mistook me all this while : 

I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, 

Need friends : subjected thus, 

How can you say to me, — I am a king ? — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Gard. Unruly children make their sire 

Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight. 

Act 3, Sc. 4. 

York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, 

After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, 

Are idly bent on him that enters next, 

Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; 

Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes 

Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, * God save 

him ! ' 
No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home. 

Act 5, Sc. 2. 

Duck. A beggar begs that never begg'd before. 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 



FIRST PART OF KING HENR Y IV. 53 



FIRST PART OF KING HENRY THE. FOURTH. 

Fal. Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of 
the moon. — Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Prince. Wisdom cries oat in the streets, and no man 
regards it.* — Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Fal. 'Tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. 

Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Prince. He will give the devil his due. — Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. 

But I remember, when the fight was done, 

When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, 

Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, 

Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'.d, 

Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, 

Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; 

He was perfumed like a milliner ; 

And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held 

A pouncet-box, which ever and anon 

He gave his nose and took't away again ; 

Who therewith angry, when it next came there, 

Took it in snuff ; and still he smil'd and talk'd ; 

And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, 

He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, 

To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse 

Betwixt the wind and his nobility. 

With many holiday and lady terms 

He question'd me; among the rest, demanded 

* Compare Proverbs i. 20: "Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth 
her voice in the streets." 



54 QUO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

My prisoners in your majesty's behalf. 

I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, 

To be so pester'd with a popinjay, 

Out of my grief and my impatience, 

Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, 

He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad, 

To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, 

And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman 

Of guns and drums and wounds, (God save the 

mark !) 
And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth 
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; 
And that it was great pity, so it was, 
This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd 
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, 
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd 
So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns, 
He would himself have been a soldier. — Act I, Sc. 3. 

Hot. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap 

To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon. 

Act 1, Sc. 3. 

1st Car. I know a trick worth two of that. — Act 2, Sc, 1. 

Hot. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 

Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Hot. I could brain him with his lady's fan. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Fal. Call you that backing of your friends? A plague 
upon such backing ! — Act 2, Sc. 4. 

Fal. If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would 
give no man a reason upon compulsion. — Act 2, Sc. 4. 

Fal. A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up 
like a bladder. — Act 2, Sc. 4. 



FIRST PAR T OF KING HFNR Y IV. 55 

Fa/. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. 

Act 2, Sc. 4. 

Prince. But one half-pennyworth of bread to this intoler- 
able deal of sack. — Act 2, Sc. 4. 

Hot. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth 
In strange eruptions.—- Act 3, Sc. I. 

G/end. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. 
Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man ; 

But will they come when you do call for them ? 
G/end. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command 

The devil. 
Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, 

By telling truth : tell truth, and shame the devil. 

If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, 

And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence. 

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil ! 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Fa/. Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of 
me. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Fat. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn ? — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Fa/. Food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, 
as well as better. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Fa/. To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a 
feast, 
Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.— Act 4, Sc. 2. 

King. Moody beggars starving for a time, 

Of pell-mell havoc and confusion. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 



56 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Fal. Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick 
me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set a leg ? 
no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no. 
Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? no. What is honour ? 
a word. What is in that word honour ? what is that honour ? 
air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? he that died o' 
Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 
'Tis insensible, then. Yea, to the dead. But will it not live 
with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. 
Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and 
so ends my catechism. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Prince. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. 

Act 5, Sc. 4. 

Prince. I could have better spar'd a better man. 

Act 5, Sc. 4. 

Fal. The better part of valour is — discretion. — Act 5, Sc. 4. 

Fal. Lord, how this world is given to lying ! I grant you 
I was down and out of breath ; and so was he : but we rose 
both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury 
clock. — Act 5, Sc. 4. 



SECOND PART OF KING HENRY THE FOURTH. 

Rum. Open your ears ; for which of you will stop 
The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks ? 
I, from the orient to the drooping west, 
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold 
The acts commenced on this ball of earth : 
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, 
The which in every language I pronounce, 



SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV. 57 

Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. 
I speak of peace, while covert Enmity, 
Under the Smile of safety, wounds the world : 
And who but Rumour, who but only I, 
Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence, 
Whiles the big year, swol'n with some other grief, 
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, 
And no such matter ? Rumour is a pipe 
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures, 
And of so easy and so plain a stop 
That trie blunt monster with uncounted heads, 
The still-discordant wavering multitude, 
Can play upon it. — Induction. 

North. See what a ready tongue suspicion hath ! 
He that but fears the thing he would not know 
Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes, 
That what he fear'd is chanced. — Act 1, Sc. 1. 

North. The first bringer of unwelcome news 
Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue 
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, 
Remember' d knolling a departing friend. — Act 1, Sc. 1. 

Fal. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit 
is in other men. — Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Fal. Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, has 
yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of 
time. — Act I, Sc. 3. 

Bar. When we mean to build, 

We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; 
And when we see the figure of the house, 
Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; 
Which if we find outweighs ability, 



58 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

What do Ave then but draw anew the model 

In fewer offices, or at last desist 

To build at all ? Much more, in this great work, 

(Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down 

And set another up,) should we survey 

The plot of situation and the model, 

Consent upon a sure foundation, 

Question surveyors, know our own estate, 

How able such a work to undergo, 

To weigh against his opposite ; or else 

We fortify in paper and in figures, 

Using the names of men instead of men : 

Like one that draws the model of a house 

Beyond his power to build it : who, half through, 

Gives o'er and leaves his part- created cost, 

A naked subject to the weeping clouds, 

And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. — Act I, Sc. 3. 

Lost. He hath eaten me out of house and home. 

Act 2, Sc. 1 . 

King. How many thousand of my poorest subjects 
Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, O gentle sleep, 
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, 
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, 
And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? 
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, 
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, 
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, 
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, 
Under the canopies of costly state, 
And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? 
O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile 
In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch, 
A watch-case or a common 'larum bell ? 
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast 






SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV. 59 

Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains 
In cradle of the rude imperious surge, 
And in the visitations of the winds, 
Who take the ruffian billows by the top, 
Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them 
With deaf 'ning clamour in the slippery clouds, 
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ?. 
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose 
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, 
And in the calmest and most stillest night, 
With all appliances and means to boot, 
Deny it to a king ? Then happy low, lie down I 
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

War. There is a history in all men's lives, 

Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; 

The which observ'd a man may prophesy, 

With a near aim, of the main chance of things, 

As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, 

And weak beginnings, lies untreasured. — Act 3, Sc. 1 

Shal. And is old Double dead ? — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Fal. A good sherris-sack hath a two-fold operation in it. 
It ascends me into the brain ; dries me there all the foolish, 
and dull and crudy vapours which environ it ; makes it 
apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery and 
delectable shapes; which, delivered o'er to the voice, (the 
tongue,) which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The 
second property of your excellent sherris is, the warming of 
the blood ; which, before cold and settled, left the liver white 
and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice ; 
but the sherris warms it and makes it course from the inwards 
to the parts extreme : it illumineth the face, which as a 
beacon gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, 
man, to arm ; and then the vital commoners and inland petty 



60 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

spirits muster me all to their captain, the heart, who, great 
and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage ; 
and this valour comes of sherris. —Act 4, Sc. 3. 

King. How quickly nature falls into revolt, 

When gold becomes her object ! — Act 4, Sc. 4. 

King. 'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb in 
the dead carrion. — Act 4, Sc. 4. 

Prince. I never thought to hear you speak again. 
King. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. 

Act A„ Sc. 4. 

Fal. It is certain that either wise bearing, or ignorant 
carriage, is caught as men take diseases, one of another ; 
therefore let men take heed of their company. — Act 5, Sc. I. 

Fat. What wind blew you hither, Pistol ? 

Pistol. Not the ill-wind which blows none to good. 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 

Pistol. Under which king, Bezonian ? speak or die. 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 

King. I know thee not, old man : fall to thy prayers ; 
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester. 

Act 5, Sc. 5. 



KING HENRY THE FIFTH. 

Can. When he speaks, 

The air, a charter' d libertine, is still. — Act 1, Sc. I. 



KING HENRY THE FIFTH 61 

Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the nettle ; . 
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best, 
Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality. — Act I, Sc. i. 

West. Playing the mouse, in absence of the cat. 

Act i, Sc. 2. 

Cant. So work the honey-bees ; 

Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach 
The act of order to a peopled kingdom. — Act i, Sc. 2, 

K. Hen. 'Tis ever common, 

That men are merriest when they are from home. 

Act I, Sc. 2. 

Fist. Base is the slave that pays. — Act 2, Sc. I. 

K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once 
more ; 
Or close the wall up with our English dead. 
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man 
As modest stillness and humility : 
But when the blast of war blows in our ears, 
Then imitate the action of the tiger ; 
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, 
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage ; 
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect ; 
Let it pry through the portage of the head, 
Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it, 
As fearfully as doth a galled rock 
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, 
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. 
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, 
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit 
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English, 
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war proof ! 
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, 



62 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Have in these parts from morn till even fought 

And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument : 

Dishonour not your mothers ; now attest 

That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. 

Be copy now to men of grosser blood, 

And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, 

Whose limbs were made in England, show us here 

The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear 

That you are worth your breeding ; which I doubt not ; 

For there is none of you so mean and base, 

That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. 

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, 

Straining upon the start. The game's afoot : 

Follow your spirit, and upon this charge 

Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George.' 

Act 3, Sc. i. 

Will. That's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun, that 
a poor and private displeasure can do against a monarch ! 
you may as well go about to turn the sun to ice with fanning 
in his face with a peacock's feather. — Act 4, Sc. 1. 

King. O hard condition, 

Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath 
Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel, 
But his own wringing ! What infinite heart's-ease 
Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy ! 

Act 4, Sc. 1. 

King. There is some soul of goodness in things evil, 
Would men observingly distil it out. — Act 4, Sc. 1. 

K. Hen. O God of battle ! steel my soldiers' hearts ; 
Possess them not with fear ; take from them now 
The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers 
Pluck their hearts from them. — Act 4, St. I. 



KING HENRY THE FIFTH. 63 

K. Hen. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow 
To do our country loss ; and if to live, 
The fewer men, the greater share of honour. 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

K. Hen. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : 
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, 
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, 
And rouse him at the name of Crispian. 
He that outlives this day, and sees old age, 
Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, 
And say, * To-morrow is Saint Crispian : ' 
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, 
And say, * These wounds I had on Crispin's day. ' 
Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, 
But he*41 remember with advantages, 
What feats he did that day : then shall our names, 
Familiar in their mouths as household words, 
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, 
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, 
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember' d. 
This story shall the good man teach his son ; 
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, 
From this day to the ending of the world, 
But we in it shall be remembered : 
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; 
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me 
Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, 
This day shall gentle his condition : 
And gentlemen in England now a-bed, 
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, 
And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks 
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Gow. I think Alexander the Great was/born in Macedon : 
his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it. 



64 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Flit. I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn. I 
tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant 
you sail find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Mon- 
mouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is 
a river in Macedon ; and there is also moreover a river at 
Monmouth : it is called Wye at Monmouth; but it is out of 
my prains what is the name of the other river ; but 'tis all one, 
'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons 
in both. — Act 4, Sc. 7. 

King. If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt 
find the best king of goodfellows. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 



FIRST PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH. 

Jean la Pucelle. Glory is like a circle in the water, 
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, 
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. 

Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Bedford. Unbidden guests 

Are often welcomest when they are gone. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

King. Civil dissension is a viperous worm, 

That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. 

Act 3, Sc. I. 

THE ORDER OF THE GARTER. 

Talbot. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, 
Knights of the garter were of noble birth, 
Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage, 
Such as were grown to credit by the wars ; 
Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, 
But always resolute in most extremes. 



SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI. 65 

He then that is not furnish'd in this sort 
Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight, 
Profaning this most honourable order, 
And should, if I were worthy to be judge, 
Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain 
That doth presume to boast of gentle blood. 

Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Suffolk. She's beautiful ; and therefore to be woo'd : 
She is a woman ; and therefore to be won.* 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 



SECOND PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH. 

Gloucester. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state. 

Act 1, Sc. 1. 

York. Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage, 
And purchase friends and give to courtezans, 
Still revelling like lords till all be gone ; 
While as the silly owner of the goods 
Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands 
And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof, 
While all is shared and all is borne away, 
Ready to starve and dare not touch his own. 

Act 1, Sc. 1. 

K. Hen. God defend the right. f—Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Queen. Small curs are not regarded when they grin ; 
But great men tremble when the lion roars. 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

* Compare this with Quotation from " Titus Andronicus,"Act 2, Sc. 1. 

t This expression is also to be found in " Love's Labour's Lost," Act 1, 
Sc. 1; "Richard II.," Act 1, Sc. 3; Act 3, Sc. 2; "Merry Wives of 
Windsor," Act 3, Sc. 1 ; " King John," Act 2, Sc. 1. 
F 



66 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Si if. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. 

Act 2,, Sc. i. 

War. Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh 
And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, 
But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter ? 
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, 
But may imagine how the bird was dead, 
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak ? 
Even so suspicious is this tragedy. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

King. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! 
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, 
And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, 
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 

Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Saf. A plague upon them ! wherefore should I curse them ? 
Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, 
I would invent as bitter-searching terms, 
As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear, 
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, 
With full as many signs of deadly hate, 
As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave : 
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words ; 
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint ; 
Mine hair be fix'd on end, as one distract ; 
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban : 
And even now my burden' d heart would break, 
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink ! 
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste ! 
Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees ! 
Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks ! 
Their softest touch as smart as lizards' stings ! 
Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss, 
And boding screech-owls make the concert full ! 
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 



SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI, 67 

Cap. The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day- 
Is crept into the bosom of the sea : 
And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades 
That drag the tragic melancholy night ; 
Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings, 
Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws 
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. 

Act 4, Sc. I. 

Sttf. True nobility is exempt from fear. — Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Suf. Great men oft die by vile Bezonians : 
A Roman sworder and banditto slave 
Murder'd sweet Tully ; Brutus' bastard hand 
Stabb'd Julius Caesar ; savage islanders 
Pompey the Great ; and Suffolk dies by pirates. 

Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Cade. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an 
innocent lamb should be made parchment ? that parchment, 
being scribbled o'er, should undo a man ? Some say the bee 
stings : but I say, 'tis the bee's wax ; for I did but seal once 
to a thing, and I was never mine own man since. 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Cade. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Mess. My lord, a prize, a prize ! here's the Lord Say, which 
sold the towns in France ; he that made us pay one and twenty 
fifteens, and one shilling to the pound, the last subsidy. 

Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. Ah, 
thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord ! now art thou 
within point-blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst 
thou answer to my majesty for giving up of Normandy unto 
Mounsieur Basimecu, the dauphin of France ? Be it known 
F 2 



68 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

unto thee by these presence, even the presence of Lord 
Mortimer, that I am the besom that must sweep the court 
clean of such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously 
corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school : 
and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but 
the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, 
and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast 
built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou 
hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, 
and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to 
hear. Thou hast appointed justices of peace, to call poor 
men before them about matters they were not able to answer. 
Moreover, thou hast put them in prison ; and because they 
could not read, thou hast hanged them ; when, indeed, only 
for that cause they have been most worthy to live. 

Act 4, Sc. 7. 

Say. Ignorance is the curse of God, 

Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven. 

Act 4, Sc. 7. 

Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur 

Run back and bite, because he was withheld ; 
Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, 
Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried. 

Act 5, Sc. I. 

Sat. It is great sin to swear unto a sin, 
But greater sin to keep a sinful oath. 
Who can be bound by any solemn vow 
To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, 
To force a spotless virgin's chastity, 
To reave the orphan of his patrimony, 
To wring the widow from her custom'd right, 
And have no other reason for this wrong 
But that he was bound by a solemn oath ? 

Act 5, Sc. 1. 



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THIRD PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH. 

Clij. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on, 
And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

K. Henry. Things ill got had ever bad success. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

K. Henry. O God ! methinks it were a happy life, 
To be no better than a homely swain ; 
To sit upon a hill, as I do now, 
To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, 
Thereby to see the minutes how they run, 
How many make the hour full complete ; 
How many hours bring about the day ; 
How many days will finish up the year ; 
How many years a mortal man may live. 
When this is known, then to divide the times ; 
So many hours must I tend my flock ; 
So many hours must I take my rest ; 
So many hours must I contemplate ; 
So many hours must I sport myself; 
So many days my ewes have been with young ; 
So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean ; 
So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : 
So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, 
Pass'd over to the end they were created, 
Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. 
Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! 
Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade 
To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, 
Than doth a rich embroider' d canopy 
To kings that fear their subjects' treachery ? 
O, yes, it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. 



70 QUO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, 

His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, 

His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, 

All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, 

Is far beyond a prince's delicates, 

His viands sparkling in a golden cup, 

His body couched in a curious bed, 

When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him. 

Act 2, Sc. 5. 

Son. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody. — Act 2, Sc. 5. 

Cla. A little fire is quickly trodden out ; 

Which being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. 

Act 4, Sc. 8. 

War. What is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust ? 
And live we how we can, yet die we must. 

Act 5, Sc. 2. 

Glou. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind : 

The thief doth fear each bush an officer. — Act 5, Sc. 6. 



KING RICHARD THE THIRD 

Glou. Now is the winter of our discontent 

Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; 

* It is desirable to state that the well-known quotations: "Off with 
his head ! so much for Buckingham ; " and " Richard's himself again," 
(used in the acting edition of this play,) were written by Colley Cibber, 
and are not to be found in Shakespeare's works. In transferring passages 
from " Henry VI.," Pt. III. , Colley Cibber took not only the scene in which 
Richard kills Henry, but transferred to Richmond's mouth (Act 5, Sc. 1) 
the line "Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just" from "Henry VI.," 
Pt. II. (Act 3, Sc. 2) and parodied from the same play (Act 5, Sc. 2) 
"Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms" (Act 5, Sc. 8), where 
Richard exclaims, " Richard is hoarse with daring thee to arms." The 
expression "a thing devised by the enemy" (Act 5, Sc. 3) is printed in 
Colley Cibber's acting edition "a weak invention of the enemy." 



KING RICHARD THE THIRD. 71 

And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house 

In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. 

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; 

Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; 

Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, 

Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. 

Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; 

And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds 

To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, 

He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber 

To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. 

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, 

Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; 

I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty 

To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; 

I, that am curtail' d of this fair proportion, 

Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, 

Deform' d, unfinish'd, sent before my time 

Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, 

And that so lamely and unfashionable 

That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ; 

Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, 

Have no delight to pass away the time, 

Unless to spy my shadow in the sun 

And descant on mine own deformity : 

And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, 

To entertain these fair well-spoken days, 

I am determined to prove a villain, 

And hate the idle pleasures of these days. 

Act 1, Sc. 1. 

Anne. Thou dost infect mine eyes. 

Glou. Thi-ne eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. 
Anne. Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead ! 
Glou. I would they were, that I might die at once ; 

For now they kill me with a living death. — Act 1, Sc. 2. 



-2 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Glou. Take up the sword again, or take up me. 
Anne. Arise, dissembler : though I wish thy death, 
I will not be the executioner. — Act I, Sc. 2. 

GI02L. The world is grown so bad, 

That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch : 
Since every Jack became a gentleman, 
There's many a gentle person made a Jack. 

Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Q. Marg. They that stand high, have many blasts to 
choke them ; 
And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. 

Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Glou. And thus I clothe my naked villany 

With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ ; 
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. 

Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Brak. What was your dream ? I long to hear you tell it. 
Clar. Methought that I had broken from the Tower, 

And was embark 'd to cross to Burgundy ; 

And, in my company, my brother Gloucester ; 

Who from my cabin tempted me to walk 

Upon the hatches : thence we look'd toward England, 

And cited up a thousand fearful times, 

During the wars of York and Lancaster 

That had befall'n us. As we paced along 

Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, 

Methought that Gloucester stumbled ; and, in falling, 

Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard, 

Into the tumbling billows of the main. 

Lord, Lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown ! 

What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears ! 

What ugly sights of death within mine eyes ! 

Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; 

Ten thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; 



KING RICHARD THE THIRD. 73 

Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, 
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, 
All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea : 
Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and, in those holes 
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, 
As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems, 
Which woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, 
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. 

Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death 
To gaze upon the secrets of the deep ? 

Clar. Methought I had ; and often did I strive 
To yield the ghost : but still the envious flood 
Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth 
To seek the empty, vast and wandering air ; 
But smother' d it within my panting bulk, 
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea. 

Brak. Awaked you not with this sore agony ? 

Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen' d after life ; 
O, then began the tempest to my soul, 
Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, 
With that grim ferryman which poets write of, 
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. 
The first that there did greet my stranger soul, 
Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; 
Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury 
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ? ' 
And so he vanish' d : then came wandering by 
A shadow like an angel, with bright hair 
Dabbled in blood ; and he squeak'd out aloud, 
' Clarence is come ; false, fleeting, perjured Clarence, 
That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury ; 
Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments ! ' 
With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends 
Environ'd me about, and howled in mine ears 
Such hideous cries, that with the very noise 
I trembling waked, and for a season after 



74 Q UO TA TIONS FR OM SHA KESPEARE. 

Could not believe but that I was in hell, 
Such terrible impression made the dream. 

Act I, Sc. 4. 

Third Cit. When clouds appear, wise men put on their 
cloaks ; 
When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand ; 
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night ? 
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth. 

Act 2, Sc. 3. 

York. Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace. 

Act 2, Sc. 4. 

York. Sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste. 

Act 2, Sc. 4. 

Q. Eliz. A parlous boy : go to, you are too shrewd 
Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. 
Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears. — Act 2, Sc. 4. 

Glou. So wise ; so young, they say do ne'er live long. 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian, 
Speak and look back, and pry on every side, 
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, 
Intending deep suspicion : ghastly looks 
Are at my service, like enforced smiles ; 
And both are ready in their offices, 
At any time, to grace my stratagems. — Act 3, Sc. 5. 

May. See, where he stands between two clergymen ! 

Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian Prince, 
To stay him from the fall of vanity : 
And, see, a book of prayer in his hand, 
True ornaments to know a holy man. — Act 3, Sc. 7. 



KING RICHARD THE THIRD. 75 

K. Rich. We must be brief, when traitors have the field. 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

K. Rich. Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women 
Rail on the Lord's anointed. — Act 4, Sc. 4. 

Duch. Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my hell. 
A grievous burden was thy birth to me ; 
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy ; 
Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious, 
Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous, 
Thy age confirm' d, proud, subtle, bloody, treacherous, 
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred : 
What comfortable hour canst thou name, 
That ever grac'd me in thy company ? — Act 4, Sc. 4. 

Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. 

Act 4, Sc. 4. 

Rich. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings ; 
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. 

Act 5, Sc. 2. 

King. The king's name is a tower of strength, 
Which they upon the adverse faction want. 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 

K. Rich. Give me another horse : bind up my wounds, 
Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ! I did but dream. 
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! 
The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. 
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. 
What do I fear? myself? there's none else by : 
Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. 
Is there a murderer here ? No. Yes, I am : 
Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why : 
Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself? 



76 QUO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Alack, I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good 

That I myself have done unto myself? 

O, no ! alas, I rather hate myself 

For hateful deeds committed by myself ! 

I am a villain : yet I lie, I am not. 

Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. 

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, 

And every tongue brings in a several tale, 

And every tale condemns me for a villain. 

Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree ; 

Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree, 

All several sins, all used in each degree, 

Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! 

I shall despair. There is no creature loves me ; 

And if I die, no soul shall pity me : 

Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself 

Find in myself no pity to myself? 

Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd 

Came to my tent ; and every one did threat 

To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 

Rat. The early village cock 

Hath twice done salutation to the morn. — Act $,Sc. 3. 

K. Rich. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! 
Cate. Withdraw, my lord ; I'll help you to a horse. 
K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, 

And I will stand the hazard of the die : 

I think there be six Richmonds in the field ; 

Five have I slain to-day instead of him. 

A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse. 

Act 5, Sc. 4. 



KING HENRY THE EIGHTH. 77 



KING HENRY THE EIGHTH. 

Nor. Stay, my lord, 

And let your reason with your choler question 
What 'tis you go about : to climb steep hills 
Requires slow pace at first : anger is like 
A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, 
Self-mettle tires him. — Act I, Sc. I. 

Nor. Be advised ; 

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot 

That it do singe yourself : we may outrun, 

By violent swiftness, that, which we run at, 

And lose by over-running. Know you not, 

The fire that mounts the liquor till 't run o'er, 

In seeming to augment it wastes it ? — Act I, Sc. I. 

Sands. New customs, 

Though they be never so ridiculous, 
Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow' d. 

Act i, Sc. 3. 

King. Sweetheart, 

I were unmannerly, to take you out, 
And not to kiss you.— Act 1, Sc. 4. 

Buck. Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels 
Be sure you be not loose ; for those you make friends 
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive 
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away 
Like water from ye, never found again 
But where they mean to sink ye. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Anne. Verily, 

I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, 
And range with humble livers in content, 



78 QUOTA T10NS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, 
And wear a golden sorrow. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Q. Kath. Sir, I desire you do me right and justice ; 
And to bestow your pity on me : for 
I am a most poor woman, and a stranger, 
Born out of your dominions ; having here 
No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance 
Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alar,, sir, 
In what have I offended you ? what cause 
Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure, 
That thus you should proceed to put me off, 
And take your good grace from me ? Heaven witness, 
I have been to you a true and humble wife, 
At all times to your will conformable ; 
Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, 
Yea, subject to your countenance, glad or sorry 
As I saw it inclined : when was the hour 
I ever contradicted your desire, 

Or made it not mine too ? Or which of your friends 
Have I not strove to love, although I knew 
He were mine enemy ? what friend of mine 
That had to him derived your anger, did I 
Continue in my liking ? nay, gave notice 
He was from thence discharged ? Sir, call to mind 
That I have been your wife, in this obedience, 
Upward of twenty years, and have been blest 
With many children by you : if, in the course 
And process of this time, you can report, 
And prove it too, against mine honour aught, 
My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty, 
Against your sacred person, in God's name, 
Turn me away ; and let the foul'st contempt 
Shut door upon me, and so give me up 
To the sharp'st kind of justice. Please you, sir, 
The king, your father, was reputed for 



KING HENRY THE EIGHTH. 79 

A prince most prudent, of an excellent 

And unmatch'd wit and judgment : Ferdinand, 

My father, king of Spain, was reckon'd one 

The wisest prince, that there had reign'd by many 

A year before : it is not to be question' d 

That they had gather' d a wise council to them % 

Of every realm, that did debate this business, 

Who deem'd our marriage lawful : wherefore I humbly 

Beseech you, sir, to spare me, till I may 

Be by my friends in Spain advised ; whose counsel 

I will implore : if not, i' the name of God, 

Your pleasure be fulfill'd ! — Act 2, Sc. 4. 



Orpheus with his lute made trees, 
And the mountain tops that freeze, 

Bow themselves when he did sing : 
To his music plants and flowers 
Ever sprung ; as sun and showers 

There had made a lasting spring. 

Every thing that heard him play, 
Even the billows of the sea, 

Hung their heads, and then lay by. 
In sweet music is such art, 
Killing care and grief of heart, 

Fall asleep, or hearing, die. — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Q. Kath. All hoods make not monks. — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Q. Kath. Heaven is above all yet ; there sits a Judge 
That no king can corrupt. — Act 3, Sc. I. 

Qu. Kath. Like the lily, 

That once was mistress of the field, and flourish' d, 
I'll hang my head, and perish. — Act 3, Sc. 1. 



So Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

King. And then to breakfast, with 

What appetite you have. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Wol. Nay, then, farewell ! 

I have touch' d the highest point of all my greatness ; 
And, from that full meridian of my glory, 
I haste now to my setting : I shall fall 
Like a bright exhalation in the evening, 
And no man see me more. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Wol. Farewell ! a long farewell to all my greatness ! 
This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth 
The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, 
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; 
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, 
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely 
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, 
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, 
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 
This many summers in a sea of glory, 
But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride 
At length broke under me ; and now has left me, 
Weary and old with service, to the mercy 
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. 
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! 
I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched 
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! 
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, 
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, 
More pangs and fears than wars or women have : 
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, 
Never to hope again. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear 
In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, 
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 



KING HENRY THE EIGHTH. 81 

Let 's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; 

And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, 

And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention 

Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, 

Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, 

And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, 

Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; 

A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. 

Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. 

Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : 

By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, 

The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? 

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; 

Corruption wins not more than honesty. 

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, 

To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : 

Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, 

Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall' st, O Cromwell, 

Thou fall' st a blessed martyr! Serve the king : 

And, — pr'ythee, lead me in : 

There take an inventory of all I have, 

To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, 

And my integrity to heaven, is all 

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell ! 

Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal 

I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age 

Have left me naked to mine enemies. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Kath. Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou ledd'st me, 

That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey, 

Was dead ? 
Grif. Yes, madam ; but I think your grace, 

Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to 't. 
Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died : 

If well, he stepp'd before me, happily 

For my example. 

G 



82 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Grif, Well, the voice goes, madam : 

For after the stout Earl Northumberland 
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward, 
As a man sorely tainted, to his answer, 
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill 
He could not sit his mule. 

Keith. Alas, poor man ! 

G)if. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, 
Lodg'd in the abbey ; where the reverend abbot, 
With all his covent, honourably receiv'd. him : 
To whom he gave these words, ' O, father abbot, 
An old man, broken with the storms of state, 
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; 
Give him a little earth for charity ! ' 
So went to bed ; where eagerly his sickness 
Pursued him still : and, three nights after this, 
About the hour of eight, which he himself 
Foretold should be his last, full of repentance, 
Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, 
He gave his honours to the world again, 
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. 

Kath. So may he rest ; his faults lie gently on him. 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Grif. Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues 
we write in water. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Grif. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; 
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading : 
Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; 
But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Kath. That comfort comes too late ; 

'Tis like a pardon after execution : 



KING HENRY THE EIGHTH. S3 

That gentle physic, given in time, had curd me ; 
But now I am past all comfort here, but prayers. 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Cran. Love and meekness, lord, 

Become a churchman better than ambition : 
Win straying souls with modesty again ; 
Cast none away. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 

Crom. 'Tis a cruelty, 

To load a falling man. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 

Cran. Let me speak, sir, 

For heaven now bids me ; and the words I utter 

Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth : 

This royal infant — Heaven still move about her ! — 

Though in her cradle, yet now promises 

Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, 

Which time shall bring to ripeness : she shall be — 

But few now living can behold that goodness — 

A pattern to all princes living with her, 

And all that shall succeed : Saba shall never 

More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue 

Than this pure soul shall be : all princely graces, 

That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, 

With all the virtues that attend the good, 

Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her, 

Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: 

She shall be lov'd and fear'd : her own shall bless her ; 

Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, 

And hang their heads with sorrow : good grows with 

her: 
In her days every man shall eat in safety, 
« Under his own vine, what he plants ; and sing 
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : 
God shall be truly known ; and those about her 
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84 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, 

And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. 

Nor shall this peace sleep with her : but as when 

The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, 

Her ashes new-create another heir, 

As great in admiration as herself ; 

So shall she leave her blessedness to one, 

When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness, 

Who from the sacred ashes of her honour 

Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, 

And so stand fix'd: peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, 

That were the servants to this chosen infant, 

Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him : 

Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, 

His honour and the greatness of his name 

Shall be, and make new nations : he shall flourish, 

And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches 

To all the plains about him : our children's children 

Shall see this, and bless heaven. 

King. Thou speakest wonders. 

Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, 
An aged princess ; many days shall see her, 
And yet no day without a deed to crown it. 
Would I na( i known no more ! but she must die, — 
She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin, 
A most unspotted lily shall she pass 
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. 

Act 5, Sc. 4. 



TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. 

Cressida. Women are angels, wooing : 

Things won are done ; joy's soul lies in the doing. 
That she belov'd knows nought that knows not this : 
Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : 



TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. 85 



That she was never yet, that ever knew 
Love got so sweet as when desire did sue. 
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach : 
Achievement is command ; ungain'd, beseech : 
Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, 
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. 

Act I, Sc. 2. 

Nestor. In the reproof of chance 

Lies the true proof of men : the sea being smooth, 

How many shallow bauble boats dare sail 

Upon her patient breast, making their way 

With those of nobler bulk ! 

But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage 

The gentle Thetis, and anon behold 

The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, 

Bounding between the two moist elements, 

Like Perseus' horse : where 's then the saucy boat, 

Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now 

Co-rivalPd greatness ? Either to harbour fled, 

Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so 

Doth valour's show and valour's worth divide 

In storms of fortune ; for in her ray and brightness 

The herd hath more annoyance by the brize 

Than by the tiger ; but when the splitting wind 

Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, 

And flies fled under shade, why, then the thing of 

courage, 
As rous'd with rage with rage doth sympathise, 
And with an accent tun'd in selfsame key 
Retorts to chiding fortune. 

Act 1. Sc. 3. 

Tro. What 's aught, but as 'tis valued ? 

Hect. But value dwells not in particular will ; 
It holds his estimate and dignity 



S6 Q CO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

As well wherein 'tis precious of itself 
As in the prizer : 'tis mad idolatry 
To make the service greater than the god ; 
And the will dotes that is attributive 
To what infectiously itself affects, 
Without some image of the affected merit. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election 
Is led on in the conduct of my will ; 
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, 
Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores 
Of will and judgment : how may I avoid, 
Although my will distaste what it elected, 
The wife I chose ? there can be no evasion 
To blench from this and to stand firm by honour : 
We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, 
When we have soil'd them, nor the remainder viands 
We do not throw in unrespective sieve, 
Because we now are full. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Agamemnon. He that is proud eats up himself : pride is 
his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle : and 
whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in 
the praise. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

SONG. 

Pandarus. Love, love, nothing but love, still more ! 

For, O, love's bow 

Shoots buck and doe : 

The shaft confounds, 

Not that it wounds, 
But tickles still the sore. 
These lovers cry, Oh ! oh ! they die ! 

Yet that which seems the wound to kill, 
Doth turn Oh ! oh ! to ha ! ha ! he ! 

So dying love lives still : 



TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. . S? 

Oh ! oh ! a while, but ha ! ha ! ha ! 
Oh ! oh ! groans out for ha ! ha ! ha ! 

Act 3, Sc. i. 

Tro. Fears make devils of cherubins ; they never see truly. 

Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing 
than blind reason stumbling without fear : to fear the worst 
oft cures the worst. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too : our kindred, 
though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant 
being won : they are burs, I can tell you ; they'll stick where 
they are thrown. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Tro, O virtuous fight, 

When right with right wars who shall be most right ! 

True swains in love shall in the world to come 

Approve their truths by Troilus : when their rhymes, 

Full of protest, of oath and big compare, 

Want similes, truth tired with iteration, 

As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, 

As sun to day, as turtle to her mate, 

As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre, 

Yet, after all comparisons of truth, 

As truth's authentic author to be cited, 

' As true as Troilus ' shall crown up the verse, 

And sanctify the numbers. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Achilles. 'Tis certain, greatness, once fall'n out with fortune, 
Must fall out with men too : what the declined is 
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others 
As feel in his own fall ; for men, like butterflies, 
Show not their mealy wings but to the summer, 
And not a man, for being simply man, 
Hath any honour, but honour for those honours 
That are without him, as place, riches, favour, 



;8 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Prizes of accident as oft as merit : 

Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, 

The love that lean'd on them as slippery too, 

Do one pluck down another and together 

Die in the fall. — Act 3, St. 3. 

Achil. The beauty that is borne here in the face 
The bearer knows not, but commends itself 
To others' eyes ; nor doth the eye itself, 
That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself, 
Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd 
Salutes each other with each other's form ; 
For speculation turns not to itself, 
Till it hath traveil'd and is mirror' d there 
Where it may see itself. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, 
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, 
A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : 
Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd 
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon 
As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, 
Keeps honour bright : to have done is to hang 
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail 
In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; 
For honour travels in a strait so narrow, 
Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; 
For emulation hath a thousand sons 
That one by one pursue : if you give way, 
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, 
Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by 
And leave you hindmost ; 
Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, 
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, 
O'er-run and trampled on : then what they do in 
present, 



TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. 



Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours ; 

For time is like a fashionable host 

That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, 

And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, 

Grasps in the comer : the welcome ever smiles, 

And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek 

Remuneration for the thing it was ; for beauty, wit, 

High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, 

Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all 

To envious and calumniating time. 

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, 

That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, 

Though they are made and moulded of things past, 

And give to dust that is a little gilt 

More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. 

The present eye praises the present object. 

Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Ulyss. The providence that's in a watchful state 
Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold, 
Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps, 
Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods, 
Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. 
There is a mystery — with whom relation 
Durst never meddle — in the soul of state ; 
Which hath an operation more divine 
Than breath or pen can give expressure to. 

Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Pair. Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves : 
Omission to do what is necessary 
Seals a commission to a blank of danger ; 
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints, 
Even then when we sit idly in the sun. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Hect. The end crowns all, 

And that old common arbitrator, time, 
Will one day end it. — Act 4, Sc. 5. 



90 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 



CORIOLANUS. 

Coriolamts. I will go wash ; 

And when my face is fair, you shall perceive 
"Whether I blush or no. — Act I, Sc. 9. 

Volumnia. Death, that dark spirit, in 's nervy arm doth lie ; 
Which, being ad vane' d, declines, and then men die. 

Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Cor. This Triton of the minnows. — Act 3, Sc. I. 

Cor. You common cry of curs ! whose breath I bate 
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize 
As the dead carcases of unburied men 
That do corrupt my air, I banish you ; 
And here remain with your uncertainty ! 
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts ! 
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, 
Fan you into despair ! Have the power still 
To banish your defenders ; till at length 
Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels, 
Making not reservation of yourselves, 
Still your own foes, deliver you 
As most abated captives to some nation 
That won you without blows ! Despising, 
For you, the city, thus I turn my back : 
There is a world elsewhere. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Cor. O world, thy slippery turns ! Friends now fast sworn, 
Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, 
Whose house, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, 
Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love 
Unseparable, shall within this hour, 
On a dissension of a doit, break out 



TITUS ANDRONTCUS. 9* 

To bitterest enmity : so, fellest foes, 

Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep 

To take the one the other, by some chance, 

Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends 

And interjoin their issues. So with me : 

My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon 

This enemy town. I'll enter : if he slay me, 

He does fair justice ; if he give me way, 

I'll do his country service. — Act 4, Sc, 4. 

Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house : 
The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, 
And hale him up and down, all swearing, if 
The Roman ladies bring not comfort home, 
They'll give him death by inches. — Act 5, Sc. 4. 

Cor. Like an eagle in a dovecote, I 

Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli. 
Alone I did it !— Boy !— Act 5, Sc. 6. 



TITUS ANDRONICUS. 
Tamora. Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. — Act I, Sc, 1 . 

All. He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. 

Act 1, Sc. 1. 

Demetrius. She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ;* 
She is a woman, therefore may be won ; 
She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. — Act 2, Sc. I. 

Dem. What, man ! more water glideth by the mill 
Than wots the miller of ; and easy it is 
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

* Compare this with Quotation from " Henry VI." Pt. 1. Act 5, Sc. 3. 



9-2 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Marcus. Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, 
Doth burn the heart to cinders. — Act 2, Sc. 5. 

Mar. To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal, 
But sorrow flouted at is double death. — Act 3, Sc. 1 . 

Titus. What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife ? 
Marc. At that that I have kill'd, my lord; a fly. 
'-lit. Out on thee, murderer ! thou kill'st my heart; 

Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny : 

A deed of death done on the innocent 

Becomes not Titus' brother : get thee gone ; 

I see thou art not for my company. 
Marc. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. 
Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and mother ? 

How would he hang his slender gilded wings, 

And buzz lamenting doings in the air ! 

Poor harmless fly, 

That, with his pretty buzzing melody, 

Came here to make us merry ! and thou hast kill'd him. 
Marc. Pardon me, sir ; it was a black ill-favour'd fly, 

Like to the empress' Moor ; therefore I kill'd him. 
Tit. O, O, O, 

Then pardon me for reprehending thee, 

For thou hast done a charitable deed. 

Give me thy knife, T will insult on him ; 

Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor 

Come hither purposely to poison me. — 

There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora. 

Ah, sirrah ! 

Yet, I think, we are not brought so low, 

But that between us we can kill a fly 

That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. 

Act 3, Sc. 2. 



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ROMEO AND JULIET. 
Gregory. The weakest goes to the wall. — Act 1, Sc. 1. 

Benvolio. One fire burns out another's burning : 

One pain is lessen' d by another's anguish ; 
One desperate grief cures with another's languish. 

Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Ben. Compare her face with some that I shall show, 
And it will make thee think thy swan a crow. 

Act I, Sc. 2. 

Romeo. One fairer than my love ! the all-seeing sun 
Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun. 

Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Mer. O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. 
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes 
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone 
On the fore-finger of an alderman, 
Drawn with a team of little atomies 
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; 
Her waggonTspokes made of long spinners' legs, 
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, 
The traces of the smallest spider's web, 
The collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams, 
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, 
Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat, 
Not half so big as a round little worm 
Prick' d from the lazy finger of a maid ; 
Her chariot is an empty hazel nut 
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, 
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. 
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94 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love ; 
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight ; 
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees ; 
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, 
Which oft the angiy Mab with blisters plagues, 
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. 
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, 
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit ; 
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, 
Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, — 
Then dreams he of another benefice : 
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, 
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, 
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, 
Of healths five-fathom deep ; and then anon 
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, 
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two 
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab 
That plats the manes of horses in the night, 
And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, 
Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes. 

Act i, Sc. 4. 

Mer. True, T talk of dreams, 

Which are the children of an idle brain, 
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, 
Which is as thin of substance as the air, 
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes 
Even now the frozen bosom of the north, 
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, 
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. 

Act 1, Sc. 4. 

Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! 
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, 
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear. — Act 1, Sc. 5. 



ROMEO AND JULIET. 95 

Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate ! 

Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! 

Act 1, Sc. 5. 

Rom. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. 

But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? 
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Rom. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! 
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,* 
That I might touch that cheek ! — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Jul. O, be some other name ! 

What's in a name ? that which we call a rose 
By any other word would smell as sweet. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Rom. By a name 

I know not how to tell thee who I am : 
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, 
Because it is an enemy to thee ; 
Had I it written, I would tear the word. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls ; 
For stony limits cannot hold love out, 
And what love can do that dares love attempt. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. 
Rom. Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye 

Than twenty of their sw r ords : look thou but sweet, 

And I am proof against their enmity. 

* Shirley, in "The Schoole of Complement," Act 3, Sc. 1, writes, 
"Oh that I were a flea upon thy lip." And Marmion, in "The Anti- 
quary," Act 2, Sc. 1 : " O that I were a veil upon that face ! " 



96 Q U0 TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Jul. I would not for a world they saw thee here. 

Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight , 
And but thou love me, let them find me here : 
My life were better ended by their hate, 
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Jul. At lovers' perjuries, 

They say, Jove laughs.* — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, 

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops — 

Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, 
That monthly changes in her circled orb, 
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. 

Act 2, Sc. 2 

Jul. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, 

My love as deep ; the more I give to thee, 

The more I have, for both are infinite. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Rom. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books ; 
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Jul. Hist ! Romeo, hist ! O, for a falconer's voice, 
To lure this tassel-gentle back again ! 
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud ; 
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, 
And make her aiiy tongue more hoarse than mine, 
With repetition of my Romeo's name.-^A/ 2, Sc. 2. 

Jul. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, 
That I shall say good night till it be morrow. 

* "And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury." Dryden's " Palamon and 
Arcite," line 759. 



ROMEO AND JULIET. 97 



Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! 
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! 
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, 
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Friar Laurence. 0, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies 
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities ; 
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live, 
But to the earth some special good doth give ; 

Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Friar. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ; 

And vice sometime 's by action dignified. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Friar. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, 
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. 

Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Rom. I am the very pink of courtesy. — Act 2, Sc, 4. 

Jul. Love's heralds should be thoughts, 

Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, 
Driving back shadows over low' ring hills : 
Therefore do nimble -pinion' d doves draw love, 
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. 

Act 2, Sc. 5. 

Fj-iar. The sweetest honey 

Is loathsome in its own deliciousness, 
And in the taste confounds the appetite : — Act 2, Sc. 6. 

Mer. Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat. 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Jul. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black -brow'd night, 
Give me my Romeo ; and, when he shall die, 
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-8 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Take him and cut him out in little stars, 
And he will make the faife of heaven so fine 
That all the world will be in love with night, 
And pay no worship to the garish sun. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Friar. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Rom. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day 
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. 

Act 1, Sc. 5. 

Jul. It is the lark that sings so out of tune, 

Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. 
Some say the lark makes sweet division ; 
This doth not so, for she divideth us : 
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes ; 
O, now I would they had changed voices too ! 
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, 
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day. 

Act 3, Sc. 5. 

Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, 
From off the battlements of yonder tower ; 
Or walk in thievish ways ; or bid me lurk 
Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring bears ; 
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, 
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, 
With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls ; 
Or bid me go into a new-made grave, 
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud : 
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble ; 
And I will do it without fear or doubt, 
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. 

Act 4, Sc. I. 

Cap. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost, 

Act 4, Sc. 5. 



ROMEO AND JULIET, 99 

Rom. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. 

Act 5, Sc. I. 

Rom. I do remember an apothecary, — 

And hereabouts he dwells, — which late I noted 
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, 
Culling of simples ; meagre were his looks. 
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones : 
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, 
An alligator stuff d, and other skins 
Of ill-shaped fishes ; and about his shelves 
A beggarly account of empty boxes, 
Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds, 
Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses, 
Were thinly scatter' d, to make up a show. 
Noting this penury, to myself I said, 
' An if a man did need a poison now, 
Whose sale is present death in Mantua, 
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.' 
O, this same thought did but forerun my need ; 
And this same needy man must sell it me. 
As I remember, this should be the house. 
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. 
What, ho! apothecary! — Act-$ 9 Sc. 1. 

Apothecary. My poverty, but not my will, consents. 

Act 5, Sc. I. 

Rom. How oft when men are at the point of death 
Have they been merry ! which their keepers call 
A lightning before death : O, how may I 
Call this a lightning ? O my love ! my wife ! 
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, 
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : 
Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet 
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, 
And death's pale flag is not advanced there. 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 

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i oo QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 



TIMON OF ATHENS. 

Poet. Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes 

From whence 'tis nourished : the fire i' the flint 
Shows not till it be struck ; our gentle flame 
Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies 
Each bound it chafes. — Act I, Sc. i. 

Apcn. Art not a poet ? 

Poet. Yes. 

Ape?n. Then thou liest : look in thy last work, where thou 
hast feigned him a worthy fellow. 

Poet. That's not feigned ; he is so. 

Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy 
labour : he that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. 

Act I, Sc. I. 

Apem. Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, 
Honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire : 
This and my food are equals ; there's no odds : 
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. 

Apemantus 1 grace. 
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf ; 
I pray for no man but myself : 
Grant I may never prove so fond, 
To trust man on his oath or bond ; 
Or a harlot, for her weeping ; 
Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping ; 
Or a keeper with my freedom ; 
Or my friends, if I should need 'em. 
Amen. So fall to 't: 
Rich men sin, and I eat root. — Act i s Sc. 2. 

Timon. What need we have any friends, if we should ne'er 
have need of them ? — Act I, Sc. 2. 



TIMON OF A THENS 



Apem. Like madness is the glory of this life, 
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root. 
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves ; 
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men 
Upon whose age we void it up again, 
With poisonous spite and envy. 
Who lives that 's not depraved or depraves ? 
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves 
Of their friends' gift ? 

I should fear those that dance before me now 
Would one day stamp upon me : 't has been done ; 
Men shut their doors against a setting sun. 

Act I, Sc. 2. 

Flavius. Happier is he that has no friend to feed, 

Than such that do in enemies exceed. — Act I, Sc. 2. 

Apem. O ! that men's ears should be 

To counsel deaf, but not to flattery. — Act i, Sc. 2. 

1 Stran. O see the monstrousness of man, 

When he looks out in an ungrateful shape ! 

Act 3, Sc. 2. 

2 Var. Serv. Who can speak broader than he that has 
no house to put his head in? Such may rail against great 
buildings. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

1 Sen. He 's truly valiant that can wisely suffer 

The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs 

His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, 

And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, 

To bring it into danger. 

If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill, 

What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill.— Act 3, Sc. 5. 



io2 QUO TA TIO.VS FROM SUA KESPEARE. 



Tim. Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall, 
That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth, 
And fence not Athens ! Matrons, turn incontinent ! 
Obedience fail in children ! slaves and fools, 
Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench, 
And minister in their steads ! to general filths 
Convert, o' the instant, green virginity — 
Do't in your parents' eyes ! bankrupts, hold fast ; 
Rather than render back, out with your knives, 
And cut your trusters' throats ! bound servants, 

steal ! 
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, ; 
And pill by law. ... Son of sixteen, 
Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping sire, 
With it beat out his brains 1 Piety, and fear, 
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, 
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, 
Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, 
Degrees, observances, customs, and 'laws, 
Decline to your confounding contraries, 
And let confusion live ! Plagues, incident to men, 
Your potent and infectious fevers heap 
On Athens, ripe for stroke ! Thou cold sciatica, 
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt 
As lamely as their manners ! Lust and liberty, 
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth, 
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive, 
And drown themselves in riot ! Itches, blains, 
Sow all the Athenian bosoms ; and their crop 
Be general leprosy ! Breath infect breath, 
That their society, as their friendship, may 
Be merely poison ! Nothing I'll bear from thee, 
But nakedness, thou detestable town ! 
Take thou that too, with multiplying bans ! 
Timon will to the woods ; where he shall find 
The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. 



TIMON -OF A THENS. 103 

The gods confound — hear me, you good gods all — 
The Athenians both within and out that wall ! 

Act 4, Sc. 1. 

2 Serv. As we do turn our backs 

From our companions, thrown into his grave ; 
So his familiars to his buried fortunes 
Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him, 
Like empty purses pick'd ; and his poor self, 
A dedicated beggar to the air. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Flav. O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! 
Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, 
Since riches point to misery and contempt ? 

Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Tim. I'll example you with thievery : — 

The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction 
Robs the vast sea : the moon 's an arrant thief, 
And her pale face she snatches from the sun : 
The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves 
The moon into salt tears : the earth 's a thief, 
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen 
From general excrement : each thing's a thief: 
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power 
Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves : away, 
Rob one another. There 's more gold. Cut throats : 
All that you meet are thieves : to Athens go, 
Break open shops ; nothing can you steal, 
But thieves do lose it : steal no less for this 
I give you ; — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Flav. What viler thing upon the earth than friends 
Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends ? 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Pain. Promising is the very air o' the time : it opens the 
eyes of expectation : performance is ever the duller for his 



104 QUO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

act ; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the 
deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most 
courtly and fashionable : performance is a kind of will or 
testament which argues a great sickness in his judgment that 
makes it. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Tim, What a god 's gold, 

That he is worshipp'd in a baser temple 
Than where swine feed ! 

'Tis thou that rigg'st the bark and plough'st the foam, 
Settlest admired reverence in a slave : 
To thee be worship ! and thy saints for aye 
Be crown' d with plagues that thee alone obey ! 



Timor? s Epitaph. 

1 Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft : 
Seek not my name-: a plague consume you wicked 

caitiffs left ! 
Here lie I, Timon ; who, alive, all living men did hate : 
Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and stay not here 
thy gait.' — Act 5, Sc. 4. 



JULIUS CAESAR. 

Cassius. I cannot tell what you and other men 
Think of this life ; but, for my single self, 
I had as lief not be, as live to be 
In awe of such a thing as I myself. — Act I, Sc. 2 

Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world 
Like a Colossus, and we petty men 
Walk under his huge legs, and creep about 
To find ourselves dishonourable graves. — Act 1, Sc. 2. 



JULIUS C^SAR. 105 

Cces. Let me have men about me that are fat. 

Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights : 
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; 
He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. 

Act x, Sc. 2. 

Cic. But men may construe things after their fashion, 
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. 

Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Brn. But 'tis a common proof, 

That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, 
Whereto the climber upward turns his face ; 
But when he once attains the utmost round, 
He then unto the ladder turns his back, 
Looks, in the clouds, scorning the base degrees 
By which he did ascend. — Act 2, Sc. I. 

Bru. Between the acting of a dreadful thing 
And the first motion, all the interim is 
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : 
The Genius and the mortal instruments 
Are then in council ; and the state of man, 
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then 
The nature of an insurrection. — Act 2, Sc. I. 

Bru. O conspiracy, 

Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, 
When evils are most free ? O, then by day 
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough 
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, con- 
spiracy ; 
Hide it in smiles and affability : 
For if thou path, thy native semblance on, 
Not Erebus itself were dim enough 
To hide thee from prevention. — Act 2, Sc. I. 



106 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Bru. You are my true and honourable wife ; 
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops 
That visit my sad heart.* — Act 2, Sc. I. 

Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen ; 

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. 

Cces. Cowards die many times before their deaths ; 
The valiant never taste of death but once. 
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, 
It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; 
Seeing that death, a necessary end, 
Will come when it will come, — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Cess. Hence ! wilt thou lift up Olympus ? 

Dec. Great Caesar, — 

Cces. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel ? 

Cas. Speak, hands, for me ! 

\Casca first, then the other Conspirators and 
Marcus Brutus, stab Ccesar. 
Cces. Et tu, Brute ! Then, fall, Caesar ! [Dies. 

Cin. Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny is dead ! 

Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Ant. The choice and master spirit of this age. — Act 3, Sc. I. 

Ant. Though last, not least in love.f — Act 3, Sc. I. 

Ant. How like a deer strucken by many princes 
Dost thou here lie ! — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

* Gray, in his poem " The Bard," Pt. I., stanza 3, copied these lines : — 
" Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, 
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart." 
t See also Burns' Prologue, spoken at the Theatre, Ellesland : — 
" Last, tho' not least in love ;" 
Collins' "Ode to Liberty : " — 

" Though least, not last in thy esteem." 



JULIUS CMSAR. 107 

Ant. And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, 
With Ate by his side hot from hell, 
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice 
Cry ' Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war ; 

Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Third Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : silence ! 

Bru. Be patient till the last. 
Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and 
be silent, that you may hear : believe me for mine honour, 
and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : cen- 
sure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may 
the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear 
friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that. Brutus' love to Caesar 
was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus 
rose against Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar 
less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar 
were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to 
live all free men ? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him ; as 
he was fortunate, I rejoice at it ; as he was valiant, I honour 
him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears 
for his love ; joy for his fortune ; honour for his valour ; and 
death for his ambition. Who is here so base that would be 
a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. W T ho 
is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; 
for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not 
love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. 
I pause for a reply. 

All. None, Brutus, none. 

Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more 
to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his 
death is enrolled in the Capitol ; his glory not extenuated, 
wherein he was worthy, nor his offences enforced, for which 
he suffered death. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; 
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. 



io8 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

The evil that men do lives after them ; 

The good is oit interred with their bones. 

So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus 

Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : 

If it were so, it was a grievous fault, 

And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. 

Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest — 

For Brutus is an honourable man ; 

So are they all, all honourable men — 

Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. 

He was my friend, faithful and just to me : 

But Brutus says he was ambitious ; 

And Brutus is an honourable man. 

He hath brought many captives home to Rome, 

Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : 

Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? 

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept : 

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : 

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; 

And Brutus is an honourable man. 

You all did see that on the Lupercal 

I thrice presented him a kingly crown, 

Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition ? 

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; 

And, sure, he is an honourable man. 

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, 

But here I am to speak what I do know. 

You all did love him once, not without cause : 

What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him ? 

O judgment ! thou art tied to brutish beasts, 

And men have lost their reason. Bear with me ; 

My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, 

And I must pause till it come back to me. 
First Cit. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings. 
Sec. Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, 

Caesar has had great wrong. 



JULIUS C^SAR, 109 

Third Cit. Has he, masters ? 

I fear there will a worse come in his place. 
Fourth Cit. Mark'd ye his words ? He would not take the 
crown ; 

Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious. 
First Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 
Sec. Cit. Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping. 
Third Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony. 
Fourth Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. 
Ant. But yesterday the word of Caesar might 

Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, 

And none so poor to do him reverence. 

masters, if I were disposed to stir 
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 

1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, 
Who, you all know, are honourable men : 

I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose 

To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, 

Than I will wrong such honourable men. 

But here 's a parchment with the seal of Csesar ; 

I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : 

Let but the commons hear this testament — 

Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — 

And they would go and kiss dear dead Csesar' s wound, 

And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, 

Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, 

And, dying, mention it within their wills, 

Bequeathing it as a rich legacy 

Unto their issue. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Ant. This was the most unkindest cut of all. — Act 3, Sc, 2. 

Ant. Fortune is merry, 

And in this mood will give us anything. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Bru. When love begins to sicken and decay, 
It useth an enforced ceremony. 



no QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

There are -no tricks in plain and simple faith ; 
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, 
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle ; 
But when they should endure the bloody spur, 
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, 
Sink in the trial. — Act 4, Sc. 2. j 

Bru. I had rather be a dog and bay the moon 
Than such a Roman. — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Cas. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities. 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Bru. There is a tide in the affairs of men 

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; 

Omitted, all the voyage of their life 

Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Mes. O hateful error, melancholy's child, 

Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men 
The things that are not ? O error, soon conceived, 
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth, 
But kill' st the mother that engender' d thee ! 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 

Bru. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well. 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : 
All the conspirators save only he 
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; 
He only, in a general honest thought 
And common good to all, made one of them. 
His life was gentle, and the elements 
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up 
And say to all the world, ' This was a man ! ' 

Act 5, Sc. 5. 



MACBETH, 



MACBETH. 

ist Witch. When shall we three meet again ? 

In thunder, lightning, or in rain? — Act I, Sc. I. 

Macbeth. Come what come may ; 

Time of the hour runs through the roughest day. 

Act I, Sc. 3. 

Banquo. What, can the devil speak true? — Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Malcolm. Nothing in his life 

Became him, like the leaving of it. — Act I, Sc. 4. 

Lady Macbeth. Yet do I fear thy nature : 

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. 

Act 1, Sc. 5. 

Macb. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well 
It were done quickly : if the assassination 
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch 
With his surcease. success ; that but this blow 
Might be the be-all and the end-all here, 
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, 
We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases 
We still have judgment here ; that we but teach 
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return 
To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice 
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice 
To our own lips. He's here in double trust : 
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, 
Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, 
Who should against his murderer shut the door, 
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan 
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been 



1 12 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

So clear in his great office, that his virtues 

Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against 

The deep damnation of his taking-off; 

And pity, like a naked new-born babe, 

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed 

Upon the sightless couriers of the air, 

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, 

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur 

To prick the sides of my intent, but only 

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself 

And falls on the other. — Act I, Sc. 7. 

Lady Macb. Letting I dare not wait upon I would, 
Like the poor cat i' the adage/' — Act 1, Sc. 7. 

Macb. I dare do all that may become a man : 
Who dares do more is none. — Act 1, Sc. 7. 

Macb. If we should fail ? We fail ! 

Lady Macb. But screw your courage to the sticking place, 
And we'll not fail. — Act 1, Sc. 7. 

Macb. Is this a dagger which I see before me, 

The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch 

thee. 
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. 
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible 
To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but 
A dagger of the mind, a false creation, 
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? 
I see thee yet, in form as palpable 
As this which now I draw. 
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; 
And such an instrument I was to use. 

* The adage alluded to is " Catus amat pisces, sed non vult tingere 
plantas." 



MACBETH. 113 



Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, 

Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, 

And on thy blade and dudgeon * gouts of blood, 

Which was not so before. There 's no such thing : 

It is the bloody business which informs 

Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half- world 

Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse 

The curtain' d sleep ; witchcraft celebrates 

Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither' d murder, 

Alarum' d by his sentinel, the wolf, 

Whose howl 's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, 

With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design 

Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, 

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear 

Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, 

And take the present horror from the time, 

Which now suits with it. V/hiles I threat, he lives : 

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. 

[A bell rings. 
1 go, and it is done ; the bell invites me. 
Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell 
That summons thee to heaven or to hell. 

Act 2, Sc: 1. 

Macb. Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave f of care, 
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, 
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, 
Chief nourisher in life's feast. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Lady M. The sleeping and the dead 

Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood 
That fears a painted devil. — Act 2, Sc. I. 

Macb. The labour we delight in physics pain. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

* The wooden handle. t Unwrought silk. 

I 



1 14 Q UO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Lady M. Nought 's had, all 's spent, 

Where our desire is got without content : 
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy 
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. 

Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Macb. We have scotch'd* the snake, not kill'd it : 

She '11 close and be herself, whilst our poor malice 

Remains in danger of her former tooth. 

But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds 

suffer, 
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep 
In the affliction of these terrible dreams 
That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, 
Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, 
Than on the torture of the mind to lie 
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave ; 
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; 
Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, 
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, 
Can touch him further. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Mur. Most royal sir, 

Fleance is 'scaped. 

Macb. Then comes my fit again : I had else been perfect, 
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, 
As broad and general as the casing air : 
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in 
To saucy doubts and fears. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Lady M. The feast is sold 

That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making, 
'Tis given with welcome : to feed were best at home; 
From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony ; 
Meeting were bare without it. 

Query, scorch'd. 



MACBETH. 115 



Macb. Sweet remembrancer ! 

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, 
And health on both ! — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Macb. The times have been 

That, when the brains were out, the man would die, 
And there an end ; but now they rise again, 
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, 
And push us from our stools : this is more strange 
Than such a murder is. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Lady M. Stand not upon the order of your going, 
But go at once. 

Len, Good night ; and better health 

Attend his majesty ! 

Lady M. A kind good night to all ! 

Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood : 
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak ; 
Augurs and understood relations have, 
By magot-pies and choughs and rooks, brought forth 
The secret'st man of blood. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Macb. But yet I '11 make assurance double sure, 
And take a bond of fate. — Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Rosse. Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward 
To what they were before. — Act 4, Sc, 2. 

Mai. 'Tis call'd the evil : 

A most miraculous work in this good king ; 
Which often, since my here-remain in England, 
I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, 
Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, 
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, 
The mere despair of surgery, he cures, 
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, 
I 2 



[ i6 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, 

To the succeeding royalty he leaves 

The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, 

He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy, 

And sundry blessings hang about his throne, 

That speak him full of grace. — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Macd. Stands Scotland where it did? — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Mai. Give sorrow words : the grief that does not speak, 
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. 

Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Macd. What ! all my pretty chickens then, and their dam, 
At one fell swoop ? — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Macb. I have liv'd long enough : my way of life 
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; 
And that which should accompany old age, 
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, 
I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, 
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, 
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 

Macb. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, 
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, 
Raze out the written troubles of the brain, 
And with some sweet oblivious antidote 
Cleanse the stuff 'd bosom of that perilous stuff 
Which weighs upon the heart ? 

Doct. Therein the patient 

Must minister to himself. 

Macb. Throw physic to the dogs ; I '11 none of it ! 

Act 5, Sc. 3. 



MACBETH. 117 

Macb. I would applaud thee to the very echo, 
That should applaud again. — Act 5, Sc. 3. 

Macb. Wherefore was that cry ? 

Sey. The Queen, my lord, is dead. 

Macb. She should have died hereafter ; 

There would have been a time for such a word. — 

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day 

To the last syllable of recorded time, 

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools 

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! 

Life'. 4 but a walking shadow, a poor player 

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, 

And then is heard no more : it is a tale 

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, 

Signifying nothing. — Act 5, Sc. 5. 

Macb. Blow wind ! come wrack ! 

At least we '11 die with harness on our back. 

Act 5, Sc. 5. 

Macd. Make all our trumpets speak ; give them all breath, 
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. 

Act 5, Sc. 6. 

Macd. Turn, hell-hound, turn! 

Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : 

But get thee back ; my soul is too much charg'd 

With blood of thine already. 
Macd. I have no words : 

My voice is in my sword : thou bloodier villain 

Than terms can give thee out ! 
Macb. Thou losest labour : 

As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air 

With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed : 



1 1 8 QUOTA TIONS FR OM SHAKESPEARE. 

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ; 

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield 

To one of woman born. 

Macd. Despair thy charm ; 

And let the angel whom thou still hast serv'd 
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb 
Untimely ripp'd. 

Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, 
For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! 
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, 
That palter with us in a double sense ; 
That keep the word of promise to our ear, 
And break it to our hope. I '11 not fight with thee. 

Macd. Then yield thee, coward, 

And live to be the show and gaze o' the time : 
We '11 have thee, as our rarer monsters are, 
Painted upon a pole, and underwrit, 
1 Here may you see the tyrant.' 

Macb. I will not yield, 

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, 
And to be baited with the rabble's curse. 
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, 
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, 
Yet I will try the last. Before my body 
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, 
And damn'd be him that first cries, ' Hold, enough ! ' 

Act 5, Sc. 8. 



HAMLET. 

Hoi-atio. I have heard, 

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, 
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat 
Awake the god of clay; and, at his warning, 
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, 



HAMLET. 119 



The extravagant and erring spirit hies 
To his confine : and of the truth herein 
This present object made probation. 
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. 

Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes 

Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, 

The bird of dawning singeth all night long : 

And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; 

The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, 

No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, 

So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. — Act 1, Sc. 1. 

King. But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son — 
Hamlet {aside). A little more than kin, and less than kind.* 

Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Ha?n. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, 
Nor customary suits of solemn black, 
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, 
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, 
Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, 
Together with all forms, modes, shapes of grief, 
That can denote me truly : these indeed seem, 
For they are actions that a man might play : 
But I have that within which passeth show ; 
These but the trappings and the suits of woe. 

Act 1, Sc. 2. 

Ham. Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt, 
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew ! 
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd 
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! 
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable 

* This passage is probably copied from T. Sackville Lord Buckhurst's 
'Tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex" (1561) : — 

Videna. A father ? no : 

In kinde a father, not in kindlinesse. 



j 20 Q U0 TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Seem to me all the uses of this world ! 
Fie on't ! fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, 
That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature 
Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! 
But two months dead ! nay, not so much ; not two : 
So excellent a king ; that was, to this, 
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, 
That he might not beteem * the winds of heaven 
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! 
Must I remember ? Why, she would hang on him, 
As if increase of appetite had grown 
By what it fed on. And yet, within a month, — 
Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman — 
A little month : or ere those shoes were old, 
With which she follow'd my poor father's body, 
Like Niobe, all tears; — why she, even she, — 

heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, 
Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, 
My father's brother ; but no more like my father 
Than I to Hercules. Within a month, 

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears 

Had left the flushing of her galled eyes, 

She married : — O most wicked speed, to post 

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! 

It is not, nor it cannot come to, good. — 

But break, my heart ; for I must hold my tongue ! 

Act l, Sc. 2. 

Ham. My father ! — methinks I see my father. 
Hor. Where, my lord ? 

Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. 

Hor. I saw him once ; he was a goodly king. 
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, 

1 shall not look upon his like again. — Act I, Sc. 2. 



HAMLET. 



Laertes. The chariest maid is prodigal enough, 
If she unmask her beauty to the moon : 
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes : 
The canker galls the infants of the spring, 
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, 
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth 
Contagious blastments are most imminent. 
Be wary then ; best safety lies in fear : 
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. 

Act I, Sc. 3. 

Ophelia. Do not as some ungenerous pastors do, 
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; 
While, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, 
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, 
And recks not his own rede.* — Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Polonius. My blessing with thee ! 

And these few precepts in thy memory 
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, 
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. 
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. 
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, 
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; 
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment 
Of each new-hatch' d, unfledg'd comrade. Beware 
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, 
Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee. 
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice ; 
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. 
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, 
But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy ; 
For the apparel oft proclaims the man, 
And they in France of the best rank and station 

* Regards not his own counsel. 



122 Q UO TA TIONS FR OM SHAKESPEARE. 

Are of a most select and generous chief in that. 

Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; 

For loan oft loses both itself and friend, 

And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. 

This above all : to thine ownself be true, 

And it must follow, as the night the day, 

Thou canst not then be false to any man. — Act i, Sc. 3. 

Ha?n. It is a custom 

More honour'd in the breach than the observance. 

Act 1, Sc. 4. 

Ham. O my prophetic soul ! Mine uncle ! 

Act 1, Sc. 5. 

Ghost O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there ! — Act 1, Sc. 5 . 

Ghost. Sleeping within my orchard, 

My custom always in the afternoon. — Act 1, Sc. 5. 

Ghost Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand 
Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd : 
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, 
Unhousel'd,* disappointed, unanei'd,t 
No reckoning made, but sent to my account 
With all my imperfections on my head. — Act 1, Sc. 5. 

Ghost. Fare thee well at once ! 

The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, 

And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire : 

Adieu, adieu ! Hamlet, remember me. — Act 1, Sc. 5. 

Ham. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. — Act 1, Sc. 5. 

* Without having received the Eucharist. 
f Without extreme unction. 



HAMLET. 



Polonius. Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth. 

Act 2, Sc. i. 

Pol. My liege, and madam, to expostulate 
What majesty should be, what duty is, 
Why day is day, night night, and time is time, 
Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. 
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, 
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, 
I will be brief : your noble son is mad : 
Mad call I it ; for, to define true madness, 
What is't but to be nothing else but mad ? 
But let that go. 

Queen. More matter, with less art. 

Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. 

That he is mad, 'tis true : 'tis true, 'tis pity ; 

And pity 'tis 'tis true : a foolish figure ; 

But farewell it, for I will use no art. 

Mad let us grant him, then : and now remains 

That we find out the cause of this effect, 

Or rather say, the cause of this defect, 

For this effect defective comes by cause : 

Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. — Act ; 2, Sc. 2. 

Ham. Doubt thou the stars are fire ; 

Doubt that the sun doth move ; 
Doubt truth to be a liar ; 

But never doubt I love. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Pol. Though this be madness, yet there is method in it. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Ham. What a piece of work is a man ! how noble in 
reason ! how infinite in faculty ! in form and moving how 
express and admirable ! in action how like an angel ! in 
apprehension how like a god ! the beauty of the world ! the 
paragon of animals ! — Act 2,, Sc. 2. 



-124 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord. 

Ha?n. Buz, buz ! 

Pol. Upon mine honour, — 

Ham, Then came each actor on his ass, — 

Pol. The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, 
comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pas- 
toral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, 
scene mdividable, or poem unlimited : Seneca cannot be too 
heavy, nor Plautus L oo light. For the law of writ and the 
liberty, these are the only men. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Ham, Come, give us a taste of your quality. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was 
never acted ; or, if it was, not above once ; for the play, I 
remember, pleased not the million ; 'twas caviare to the 
general : but it was — as I received it, and others, whose 
judgment in such matters cried in the top of mine — an 
excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set down with as 
much modesty as cunning. — Act 2, Sc, 2. 

Ham. Good my lord, will you see the players well be- 
stowed ? Do you hear, let them be well used ; for they are 
the abstract and brief chronicles of the time : after your death 
you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while 
you live. 

Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their desert. 

Ham. God's bodykins, man, much better : use every man 
after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping ? Use them 
after your own honour and dignity : the less they deserve, the 
more merit is in your bounty. — Act 2, Sc, 2. 

Ham, O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! 
Is it not monstrous that this player here, 
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, 
Could force his soul so to his own conceit 



HAMLET. 125 



That from her working all his visage wann'd, 

Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, 

A broken voice, and his whole function suiting, 

With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing ! 

For Hecuba ! 

What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, 

That he should weep for her ? What would he do, 

Had he the motive and the cue for passion 

That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears 

And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, 

Make mad the guilty and appal the free, 

Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed 

The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, 

A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,* 

Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, 

And can say nothing ; no, not for a king, 

Upon whose property and most dear life 

A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward ? 

Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across ? 

Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face ? 

Tweaks me by the nose ? gives me the lie i' the 

throat, 
As deep as to the lungs ? who does me this ? Ha ! 
'S wounds, I should take it : for it cannot be 
But I am a pigeon -liver' d and lack gall 
To make oppression bitter, or ere this 
I should have fatted all the region kites 
With this slave's offal : bloody, bawdy villain ! 
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain ! 
O, vengeance ! 

Why, what an ass am I ? This is most brave, 
That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, 
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, 
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, 



Mope. 



126 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

And fall a- cursing, like a very drab, 

A scullion ! 

Fie upon 't ! foh ! About, my brain ! I have heard 

That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, 

Have by the very cunning of the scene 

Been struck so to the soul that presently 

They have proclaim' d their malefactions ; 

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak 

With most miraculous organ. I '11 have these players 

Play something like the murder of my father 

Before mine uncle ; I '11 observe his looks ; 

I '11 tent him to the quick ; if he but blench, 

I know my course. The spirit that I have seen 

May be the devil ; and the devil hath power 

To assume a pleasing shape ; yea, and perhaps 

Out of my weakness and my melancholy, 

As he is very potent with such spirits, 

Abuses me to damn me : I '11 have grounds 

More relative than this : the play 's the thing 

Wherein I '11 catch the conscience of the king. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Pol. With devotion's visage, 

And pious action, we do sugar o'er 
The devil himself. — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Ham. To be, or not to be : that is the question : 
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer 
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, 
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, 
And by opposing end them ? To die : to sleep ; 
No more ; and by a sleep to say we end 
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks 
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation 
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep : 
To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub ; 



HAMLET. 127 



For in that sleep of death what dreams may come 

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 

Must give us pause : there's the respect 

That makes calamity of so long life ; 

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, 

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, 

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, 

The insolence of office, and the spurns 

That patient merit of the unworthy takes, 

When he himself might his quietus make 

With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels * bear, 

To grunt and sweat under a weary life, 

But that the dread of something after death, 

The un discover' d country from whose bourn 

No traveller returns, puzzles the will, 

And makes us rather bear those ills we have 

Than fly to others that we know not of? 

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; 

And thus the native hue of resolution 

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, 

And enterprises of great pith and moment 

With this regard their currents turn awry, 

And lose the name of action. — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

OpJu To the noble mind 

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. 

Act 3, Sc. I. 

Ham. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt 
not escape calumny. — Act 3, Sc. 1. 

Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! 

The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword ; 
The expectancy and rose of the fair state, 
The glass of fashion and the mould of form, 

* Burdens. 



128 QUOTATIONS PROM SHAKESPEARE. 



The observed of all observers, quite, quite down ! 
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, 
That snck'd the honey of his music vows, 
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, 
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh ; 
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth 
Blasted with ecstasy : O, woe is me, 
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see ! 

Act 3, Sc. 

King. Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. 



Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced 
it to you, trippingly on the tongue : and if you mouth it, as 
many of your players do, T had as lief the town-crier spoke my 
lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, 
thus, but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, 
and, as I may say, the whirlwind of your passion, you must 
acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. 
O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig- 
pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split 
the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable 
of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise : I would 
have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it out- 
herods Herod : pray you, avoid it. 

First Player. I warrant your honour. 

Ham. Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion 
be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the 
action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not 
the modesty of nature : for anything so overdone is from the 
purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, 
was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature ; to 
show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the 
very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now 
this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful 



HAMLET. 129 



laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure 
of the which one must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole 
theatre of others. O, there be players that I have seen play, 
and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it pro- 
fanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the 
gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bel- 
lowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had 
made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity 
so abominably. 

First Play. I hope we have reformed that indifferently 
with us, sir. 

Ham. O, reform it altogether. And let those that play 
your clowns speak no more than is set down for them ; for 
there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some 
quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the 
mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be 
considered : that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambi- 
tion in the fool that uses it. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man 
As e'er my conversation cop'd withal. 

Hot. O, my dear lord, — 

Ham. Nay, do not think I flatter ; 

For what advancement may I hope from thee, 
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, 
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be 

flatter' d ? 
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, 
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, 
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? 
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, 
And could of men distinguish, her election 
Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been 
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing, 
A man that fortune's buffets and rewards 
Hast ta'en with equal thanks : and blest are those 
K 



130 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, 

That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger 

To sound what stop she please. Give me that man 

That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him 

In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, 

As I do thee. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Ham. Here's metal more attractive. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Ham. Is this a prologue, or the poesy of a ring ? 

Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord. 

Ham. As woman's love. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Ham. Why, let the stricken deer go weep, 
The hart ungalled play ; 
For some must watch, while some must sleep : 
So runs the world away. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother ! 

Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Pol. Very like a whale.— Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Ham. They fool me to the top of my bent. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Ham. By and by is easily said. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Ham. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, 

When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out 
Contagion to this world. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

King. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven. 

Act$tSc.s. 

King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below : 
Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. 

Act 3, Sc. 3. 



HAMLET. 131 



Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this, 
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 
See, what a grace was seated on this brow ; 
Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself;* 
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; 
A station like the herald Mercury, 
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; 
A combination and a form indeed, 
Where every god did seem to set his seal, 
To give the world assurance of a man : 
This was your husband. Look you now what follows : 
Here is your husband ; like a mildew'd ear, 
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes ? 
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, 
And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? 
You cannot call it love ; for at your age 
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, 
And waits upon the judgment : and what judgment 
Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have, 
Else could you not have motion ; but sure, that sense 
Is apoplex'd ; for madness would not err, 
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd 
But it reserved some quantity of choice, 
To serve in such a difference. What devil was 't 
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind ? 
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, 
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, 
Or but a sickly part of one true sense 
Could not so mope. 

O shame ! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, 
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, 

* Sheridan makes Mrs. Malaprop deliver the following parody on these 
beautiful lines in "The Rivals," Act 4, Sc. 2 : — 

"Hesperian curls — the front of Job himself! — 
An eye like March, to threaten at command ! — 
A station like Harry Mercury new—" 
K 2 



132 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, 
And rnelt in her own fire : proclaim no shame 
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, 
Since frost itself as actively doth burn, 
And reason panders will. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Ham. A king of shreds and patches. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain : 
This bodiless creation ecstasy 
Is very cunning in. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Ham. Mother, for love of grace, 

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, 
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks : 

Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Ham. Confess yourself to heaven ; 

Repent what 's past ; avoid what is to come ; 

Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Ham. Forgive me this my virtue ; 

For in the fatness of these pursy times 

Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, 

Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good. 
Queen. O Hamlet ! thou hast cleft my heart in twain. 
Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, 

And live the purer with the other half. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Ham. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Ham. Use can almost change the stamp of nature. 

Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Ham. For 'tis the sport to have the engineer 

Hoist with his own petar : and 't shall go hard 



HAMLET. 133 



But I will delve one yard below their mines, 
And blow them at the moon. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

King. Diseases, desperate grown, 

By desperate appliance are reliev'd, 
Or not at all. — Act 4, Sc. 3. 

Oph. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we 
may be. — Act 4, Sc. 5. 

King. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, 
But in battalions.* — Act 4, Sc. 5 

A 
King. There 's such divinity doth hedge a king, 
That treason can but peep to what it would, 
Acts little of his will. — Act 4, Sc. 5. 

King. A very riband in the cap of youth, 

Yet needful too ; for youth no less becomes 
The light and careless livery that it wears 
Than settled age his sables and his weeds, 
Importing health and graveness. — Act 4, Sc. 7. 

First Clo. What is he that builds stronger than either the 
mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter ? 

Sec. Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a 
thousand tenants. 

First Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith : the gallows 
does well ; but how does it well ? it does well to those that 
do ill : now thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger 
than the church : argal, the gallows may do well to thee. 
To 't again, come. 

Sec. Clo. 'Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, 
or a carpenter ? ' 

* Compare this with the Quotation from "Pericles," Act 1, Sc 4. 



134 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 



First Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. 

Sec. Clo. Marry, now I can tell. 

First Clo. To 't. 

Sec. Clo. Mass, I cannot tell. 

First Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your 
dull ass will not mend his pace with beating ; and, when you 
are asked this question next, say 'a grave-maker : ' the houses 
that he makes last till doomsday. — Act 5, St. 1. 

First Clo. [Sings.] 

A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, 

For and a shrouding sheet : 
O, a pit of clay for to be made 
For such a guest is meet. 

{Throws tip another skull. .] 

Ham. There's another : why may not that be the skull of 
a lawyer ? Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, 
his tenures, and his tricks ? why does he suffer this rude knave 
now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and 
will not tell him of his action of battery ? Hum ! This fellow 
might be in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his 
recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries : 
is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, 
to have his fine pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers vouch 
him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than the 
length and breadth of a pair of indentures ? The very con- 
veyances of his lands will hardly lie in this box. — Act 5, St. 1 . 

Ham. We must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo 
us. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Ham. The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant 
comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. 

Act 5, St. 1. 

Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow 
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on 



HAMLET. 135 

his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my 
imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips 
that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes 
now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, 
that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to 
mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you 
to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, 
to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, 
Horatio, tell me one thing. 
Hor. What 's that, my lord ? 

Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' 
the earth ? 

Hor. E'en so. 
Ham. And smelt so ? pah ! 
Hor. E'en so, my lord. 

Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio ! Why 
may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he 
find it stopping a bung-hole ? 

Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so. 
Ham. No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with 
modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander 
died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust ; 
the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that 
loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer- 
barrel ? 

Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, 
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : 
O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, 
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! 

Act 5, Sc. 1. 
Laer. I tell thee, churlish priest, 

A minist'ring angel* shall my sister be, 
When thou liest howling. — Act 5, Sc. I. 

* In Sir Walter Scott's " Marmion," canto vi. stanza 30, we read : — 
"When pain and anguish wring the brow, 
A ministering angel thou !— " 



136 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE, 

Queen. Sweets to the sweet ;* farewell. — Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Ham. Let Hercules himself do what he may, 

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. 

Act 5, Sc. 1. 

Ham. There's a divinity that shapes our ends, 

Rough-hew them how we will. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 

Ham. We defy augury ; there's a special providence in the 
fall of a sparrow. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 

Ham. I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, 
And hurt my brother. — Act 5, .Sir. 2. 

Ham. Come on, sir. 

Laer. Come, my lord. 

Ha?7i. One. 

Laer. No. 

Ham. Judgment. 

Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 



KING LEAR. 

Edm. This is the excellent fopperv of the world, that, when 
we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, 
— we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the 
stars : as if we were villains by necessity ; fools by heavenly 
compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical pre- 
dominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced 
obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, 
by a divine thrusting on : — Act 1, Sc. 2. 

* Tick ell has expressed the same idea in his poem, "To a Lady, with 
a Present of Flowers," — 

" The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid." 



KING LEAR. 137 



Fool. Have more than thou showest, 
Speak less than thou knowest, 
Lend less than thou owest, 
Ride more than thou goest, 
Learn more than thou trowest, 
Set less than thou throwest. — Act I, Sc. 4. 

Lear. Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend, 

More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child, 
Than the sea-monster ! — Act 1, Sc. 4. 

Lear. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is 
To have a thankless child ! — Act 1, Sc. 4. 

Albany. Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well. 

Act I, Sc. 4. 

King. Dear daughter, I confess that I am old ; 
Age is unnecessary ; on my knees I beg 
That you '11 vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food. 

Act 2, Sc. 4. 

King. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, 
As full of grief as age ; wretched in both. 

Act 2, Sc. 4. 

v 

Regan. O, sir, to wilful men, 

The injuries that they themselves procure 
Must be their schoolmasters. — Act 2, Sc. 4. 

Lear. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! 
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout 
Till ycu have drench' d our steeples, drown' d the cocks ! 
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, 
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, 



138 QUO TA 770 NS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Singe my white head ! And thou, all-shaking thunder, 
Smite Hat the thick rotundity of the world ! 

Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Lear. I am a man 

More sinn'd against, than sinning. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Fool. I '11 speak a prophecy ere I go : 

When priests are more in word than matter ; 

When brewers mar their malt with water ; 

When nobles are their tailors' tutors ; 

No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors ; 

When every case in law is right ; 

No squire in debt, nor no poor knight ; 

When slanders do not live in tongues ; 

Nor cutpurses come not to throngs ; 

When usurers tell their gold i' the field ; 

Then shall the realm of Albion 

Come to great confusion : 

Then comes the time, who lives to see 't, 

That going shall be us'd with feet. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 

Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came, 
His word was still, — Fie, foh, and fum, 
I smell the blood of a British man.* — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes, 
We scarcely think our miseries our foes. 
Who alone suffers suffers most i' the mind. 
Leaving free things and happy shows behind : 
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip, 
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship. 

Act 3, Sc. 6. 

* The origin of these lines, familiar to every child in the nursery story 
ot Jack the Giant-killer, are to be found in an old romance which was well 
known in Shakespeare's time. 



KING LEAR. 139 



Albany. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile : 
Filths savour but themselves. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Edg. Come on, sir ; here's the place : stand still. How 
fearful 
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! 
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air 
Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down 
Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade ! 
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : 
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, 
Appear like mice ; and yond tall anchoring bark, 
Diminish'd to her cock ; her cock, a buoy 
Almost too small for sight : the murmuring surge, 
That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, 
Cannot be heard so high. I '11 look no more ; 
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight 
Topple down headlong. — Act 4, Sc. 6. 

Gloucester. The trick of that voice I do well remember ; 

Is 't not the king ? 
Lear. Ay, every inch a king. — Act 4, Sc. 6. 

Lear. Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to 
sweeten my imagination. Act 4, Sc. 6. 

Lear. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar ? 

Glou. Ay, sir. 

Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou 
mightst behold the great image of authority : a dog 's obeyed 
in office. — Act 4, Sc. 6. 

Lear. Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; 

Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, 
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks ; 
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it. 

Act 4, Sc. 6. 



14© QUO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 



Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come 
To this great stage of fools. — Act 4, Sc. 6. 

Lear. It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe 
A troop of horse with felt. — Act 4, Sc. 6. 

Edg. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices 
Make instruments to plague us. — Act 5, Sc. 3. 

Lear. Her voice was ever soft, 

Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman. 

Act 5, Sc. 



OTHELLO. 

Lago. 'Tis the curse of service, 

Preferment goes by letter and affection, 
And not by old gradation, where each second 
Stood heir to the first. — Act I, Sc. 1. 

Iago. We cannot all be masters, nor all masters 
Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark 
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, 
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, 
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, 
For nought but provender, and when he 's old cashier'd : 
Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are 
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, 
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves, 
And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, 
Do well thrive by them, and when they have lined 

their coats, 
Do themselves homage : — Act 1, Sc. I. 

Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, 
My very noble and approv'd good masters, 



OTHELLO. 141 



That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, 

It is most true ; true, I have married her : 

The very head and front of my offending 

Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, 

And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace : 

For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, 

Till now some nine moons wasted, they have us'd 

Their dearest action in the tented field, 

And little of this great world can I speak, 

More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, 

And therefore little shall I grace my cause 

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious 

patience, 
I will a round un varnish' d tale deliver 
Of my whole course of love ; what drugs, what 
charms, 

What conjuration and what mighty magic, 

For such proceeding I am charged withal, 

I won his daughter. 

* * # * * 

Her father lov'd me ; oft invited me ; 

Still question'd me the story of my life, 

From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, 

That I have pass'd. 

I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish days. 

To the very moment that he bade me tell it ; 

Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, 

Of moving accidents by flood and field, 

Of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, 

Of being taken by the insolent foe 

And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence 

And portance in my travels' history : 

Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, 

Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch 
heaven, 

It was my hint to speak, — such was the process ; 



142 QUO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

And of the Cannibals that each other eat, 

The Anthropophagi and men whose heads 

Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear 

Would Desdemona seriously incline : 

But still the house-affairs would draw her thence : 

Which ever as she could with haste dispatch, 

She 'd come again, and with a greedy ear 

Devour up my discourse : which I observing, 

Took once a pliant hour, and found good means 

To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart 

That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, 

Whereof by parcels she had something heard, 

But not intentively : I did consent, 

And often did beguile her of her tears, 

When I did speak of some distressful stroke 

That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, 

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : 

She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing 

strange, 
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : 
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd 
That heaven had made her such a man : she thank' d 

me, 
And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, 
I should but teach him how to tell my story, 
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : 
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, 
And I lov'd her that she did pity them. — Act I, Sc. 3. 

Duke. When remedies are past, the griefs are ended. 

Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Duke. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, 
Is the next way to draw new mischief on. 

Act 1, St. 3. 



OTHELLO. 143 



Duke. The robb'd that smiles steals something from the 
thief; 
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief. 

Act 1, Sc. 3. 

Lago. Put money in thy purse. — Act 1, Sc. 3. 

7«^7. I am nothing if not critical. — Act 2, Sc. 1 . 

/#£*?. She that was ever fair and never proud, 
Had tongue at will and yet was never loud, 
Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay, 
Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may,' 
She that being anger' d, her revenge being nigh, 
Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly, 
She that in wisdom never was so frail 
To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail, 
She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind, 
See suitors following and not look behind, 
She was a wight, if ever such wights were, — 

Des. To do what? 

Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. 

Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion ! — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Lago. Knavery's plain face is never seen till us'd. 

Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Oth. Let 's teach ourselves that honourable stop, 
Not to outsport discretion. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Cassio. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking ; 
I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom 
of entertainment. — Act 2, -5*:. 3. 

Lago. He is a soldier fit to stand by Caesar, 
And give direction. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 



144 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Iago. Potations pottle deep. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Oth. The gravity and stillness of your youth 

The world hath noted, and your name is great 
In mouths of wisest censure. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Oth. 'Tis the soldiers' life 

To have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife. 

Act 2, Sc, 3. 

Cass. Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their 
mouths, to steal away their brains ! that we should, with 
joy, pleasance, revel and applause, transform ourselves into 
beasts. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Cass. Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingre- 
dient is a devil. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Cass. O thou invisible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no 
name to be known by, let us call thee devil. — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Iago. How poor are they that have not patience ! 
What wound did ever heal but by degrees ? 

Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Iago. Fruits that blossom first, will first be ripe. 

Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Iago. Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. 

Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Oth. Perdition catch my soul, 

But I do love thee I— Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Iago. Men should be what they seem ; 

Or, those that be not, would they might seem none ! 

Act 3, Sc. 3. 



OTHELLO. 145 

Iago. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, 
Is the immediate jewel of their souls : 
Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, 

nothing ; 
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; 
But he that filches from me my good name, 
Robs me of that which not enriches him, 
And makes me poor indeed. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; 

It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock 
The meat it feeds on : that cuckold lives in bliss 
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger ; 
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er 
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves ! 

Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Iago. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough ; 
But riches fineless is as poor as winter 
To him that ever fears he shall be poor. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Iago. Trifles light as air 

Are to the jealous confirmations strong 
As proofs of holy writ. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Oth. He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, 
Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all. 

Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Oth. Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! 
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, 
That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! 
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, 
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, 
The royal banner, and all quality, 
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! 
L 



146 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats 
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, 
Farewell ! Othello's occupation 's gone !* 



Emi. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so ; 
They are not jealous for the cause, 
But jealous for they are jealous : 'tis a monster 
Begot upon itself, born on itself. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Oth. Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, 
And turn again. — Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Oth. They laugh that win. — Act 4, Sc. 1. 

Oth. Had it pleas'd Heaven 

To try me with affliction ; had they rain'd 
All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head ; 
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips ; 
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes ; 
I should have found in some place of my soul 
A drop of patience : but, alas ! to make me 
A fixed figure, of the time for scorn 
To point his slow and moving finger at. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

* Sheridan, in his epilogue to the "School for Scandal," wrote the fol- 
lowing amusing parody upon these beautiful lines : — 

" Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content ! 
Farewell the plumed head, the cushion'd tete, 
That takes the cushion from its proper seat ! 
That spirit-stirring drum ! — card drums, I mean, 
Spadille, odd trick, pam, basto, king and queen ! 
And you, ye knockers, that with brazen throat 
The welcome visitor's approach denote ; 
Farewell all quality of high renown, 
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious town, 
Farewell ! your revels I partake no more, 
And Lady Teazle's occupation 's o'er!" 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. 147 

Emi. O Heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold, 
And put in every honest hand a whip, 
To lash the rascals naked through the world, 
Even from the east to the west. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Oth. I have done the state some service, and they know 't. 
No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, 
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, 
Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, 
Nor set down aught in malice : then must you speak 
Of one that lov'd not wisely, but too well ; 
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought 
Perplex'd in the extreme ; of one whose hand, 
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away 
Richer than all his tribe ; of one whose subdued eyes, 
Albeit unused to the melting mood, 
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees 
Their medicinal gum. Set you down this ; 
And say besides, that in Aleppo once, 
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk 
Beat a Venetian and traduc'd the state* 
I took by the throat the circumcised dog, 
And smote him, thus. — Act 5, Sc. 2. 



ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. 

Mene. We, ignorant of ourselves, 

Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers 
Deny us for our good ; so find our profit, 
By losing of our prayers. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Eno. I will tell you. 

The barge she sat in, like a burnish' d throne, 
L 2 



148 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; * 

Purple the sails, and so perfumed- that 

The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were 

silver, 
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made 
The water which they beat to follow faster, 
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, 
It beggar'd all description : she did lie 
In her pavilion — cloth-of-gold of tissue — 
O'er-picturing that Venus where we see 
The fancy outwork nature : on each side her 
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, 
With divers-colour' d fans, whose wind did seem 
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, 
And what they undid did. 

Agr. O, rare for Antony ! 

Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, 

So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, 
And made their bends adornings : at the helm 
A seeming mermaid steers : the silken tackle 
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, 
That yarely frame the office. From the barge 
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense 
Of the adjacent wharves. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Eno. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale 
Her infinite variety ; other women cloy 
The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry 
Where most she satisfies. — Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Cleo, Music, moody food 

Of us that trade in love.— Act 2, Sc. 5. 

Mac. Never anger 

Made good guard for itself. — Act 4, Sc. I. 

* Dryden, in "All for Love," Act 3, Scene 1, has imitated these 
exquisite lines. 



CYMBELINE. 149 



Ant Sometimes we see a cloud that 's dragonish ; 
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, 
A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, 
A forked mountain, or blue promontory 
With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, 
And mock our eyes with air : thou hast seen these 

signs ; 
They are black vesper's pageants. — Act 4, Sc. 14. 



CYMBELINE. 

SONG. 

Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings, 

And Phoebus 'gins arise, 
His steeds to water at those springs 

On chalic'd flowers that lies ; 
And winking Mary-buds begin 

To ope their golden eyes : 
With every thing that pretty is, 

My lady sweet, arise ; 

Arise, arise.* — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

Cloien. 'Tis gold 

Which buys admittance ; oft it doth ; yea, and makes 
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up 
Their deer to the stand o' the stealer ; and 'tis gold 
Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief; 
Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man : what 
Can it not do and undo ? — Act 2, Sc. 3. 

* The same idea has also been expressed by an older poet (1584) : — 
" None but the lark so shril and clear, 

How at heaven's gate she claps her wings, 
The morn not waking till she sings. " 

"Alexander and Campaspe," by John Lyley, Act 5, Sc. r. 
And again by Shakespeare, in "Venus and Adonis," line 853. 



150 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Posthumus. For there's no motion 

That tends to vice in man, but I affirm 
It is the woman's part : be it lying, note it, 
The woman's ; flattering, hers ; deceiving, hers ; 
Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers ; revenges, hers ; 
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, 
Nice longing, slanders, mutability, 
All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, 
Why, hers, in part or all ; but rather, all ; 
For ev'n to vice 

They are not constant, but are changing still 
One vice, but of a minute old, for one 
Not half so old as that. — Act 2, Sc. 5. 

Belarins. The gates of monarchs 

Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet through, 
And keep their impious turbans on, without 
Good-morrow to the sun. — Act 3, Sc. 3. 

Pisanio. Slander, 

Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue 
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Imogen. Men's vows are women's traitors. — Act 3, Sc. 4. 

Imogen. To lapse in fulness 

Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood 
Is worse in kings than beggars. — Act 3, Sc. 6. 

Bel. Weariness 

Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth 
Finds the down pillow hard. — Act 3, Sc. 6. 

Guiderius. For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse 
Than priests and fanes that lie.— Act 4, Sc. 2. 



PERICLES. 151 



Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, 

Nor the furious winter's rages ; 
Thou thy worldly task hast done, 

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : 
Golden lads and girls all must, 
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. 

Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great ; 

Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; 
Care no more to clothe and eat ; 

To thee the reed is as the oak : 
The sceptre, learning, physic, must 
All follow this, and come to dust. — Act 4, Sc. 2. 

Pisanio. All other doubts by time let them be clear' d ; 
Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer' d. 

Act 4, Sc. 

Cym. By medicine life may be prolong' d, yet death 
Will seize the doctor too. — Act 5, Sc. 5. 



PERICLES. 

Pericles. For death remember' d, should be like a mirror, 
Who tells us life 's but breath ; to trust it, error. 

Act I, Sc. 1. 

Per. One sin, I know, another doth provoke ; 
Murder 's as near to lust as flame to smoke ; 
Poison and treason are the hands of sin, 
Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame : — Act 1, Sc. I. 



152 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Helicanus. They do abuse the king that flatter him : 
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin ; 
The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark, 
To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing ; 
Whereas reproof, obedient and in order, 
Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err. 

Act i, Sc. 2. 

Per. 'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss. 

Act i, Sc, 2. 

Cleon. One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,* 
That may succeed as his inheritor. — Act I, Sc. 4. 

Cleon. Thou speak'st like him 's untutor'd to repeat ; 
Who makes the fairest show, means most deceit. 

Act 1, Sc. 4. 

Third Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. 

First Fish. Why, as men do a-land ; the great ones eat up 
the little ones : I can compare our rich misers to nothing so 
fitly as to a whale ; a' plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry 
before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful : such 
whales have I heard on o' the land, who never leave gaping 
till they've swallowed the whole parish, church, steeple, bells, 
and all. — Act 2, Sc. 1. 

Simonides. As jewels lose their glory if neglected, 
So princes their renowns if not respected. 

Act 2, Sc. 2. 

Sim, Opinion 's but a fool that makes us scan 

The outward habit by the inward man. — Act 2, Sc, 2. 

* Compare this with the Quotation from " Hamlet," Act 4, Sc. 5. 



VENUS AND ADONIS. 153 

Cer. I hold it ever, 

Virtue and cunning were endowments greater 
Than nobleness and riches : careless heirs 
May the two latter darken and expend ; 
But immortality attends the former, 
Making a man a god. — Act 3, Sc. 2. 



VENUS AND ADONIS. 

Fair flowers that are not gathered in their prime 

Rot and consume themselves in little time. — Line 131. 

' Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear, 
Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green, 
Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell'd hair, 
Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen : 
Love is a spirit, all compact of fire, 
Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. ' 

Line 145. 

' Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, 
Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use, 
Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear : 
Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse.' 

Line 163. 

At this Adonis smiles as in disdain, 

That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple ; 

Love made these hollows, if himself were slain, 

He might be buried in a tomb so simple ; 
Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie, 
Why there Love lived, and there he could not die. 

Line 241. 



154 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

Round-hoof 'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, 
Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide, 
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, 
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : 
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, 
Save a proud rider on so proud a back. — Line 295. 

For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong 

When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. — Line 329. 

An oven that is stopp'd, or river stay'd, 

Burnetii more hotly, swelleth with more rage : 

So of concealed sorrow may be said ; 

Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage ; 
But when the heart's attorney once is mute, 
The client breaks, as desperate in his suit. — Line 331. 

Affection is a coal that must be cool'd ; 

Else, sufifer'd, it will set the heart on fire -.—Line 387. 

The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast, 
Or being early pluck'd is sour to taste. — Line 527. 

Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover ; 

What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis pluck' d : 
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, 
Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last. 

Line 573. 

THE BOAR. 

* On his bow-back he hath a battle set 

Of .bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes ; 

His eyes, like glow-worms, shine when he doth fret ; 

His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes ; 
Being moved, he strikes whate'er is in his way, 
And whom he strikes his cruel tushes slay. 



VENUS AND ADONIS. 155 

' His brawny sides, with hairy bristles arrn'd, 

Are better proof than thy spear's point can enter ; 

His short thick neck cannot be easily harm'd ; 

Being ireful, on the lion he will venture : 
The thorny brambles and embracing bushes, 
As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes.' 

Line 619. 

* For where Love reigns, disturbing Jealousy 
Doth call himself Affection's sentinel ; 
Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny, 

And in a peaceful hour doth cry " Kill, kill ! " 
Distempering gentle Love in his desire, 
As air and water do abate the fire. 

' This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy, 

This canker that eats up Love's tender spring, 

This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy, 

That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring, 
Knocks at my heart and whispers in mine ear, 
That if I love thee, I thy death should fear : ' — Line 649. 

THE HARE. 

1 And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare, 
Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles 
How he outruns the wind, and with what care 
He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles : 

The many musets* through the which he goes 

Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes. 

* Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep, 

To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell, 
And sometime where earth-delving conies keep, 
To stop the loud pursuers in their yell, 

* Gap in a hedge. 



156 QUO TA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer : 
Danger deviseth shifts ; wit waits on fear : 

' For there his smell with others being mingled, 
The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, 
Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled 
With much ado the cold fault cleanly out ; 

Then do they spend their mouths : Echo replies, 

As if another chase were in the skies. 

' By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, 

Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, 

To hearken if his foes pursue him still : 

Anon their loud alarums he doth hear ; 
And now his grief may be compared well 
To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell. 

1 Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch 

Turn, and return, indenting with the way ; 

Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch, 

Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay : 
For misery is trodden on by many, 
And being low never reliev'd by any. — Line 679. 

Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, 

From his moist cabinet mounts up on high.* — Line 853. 

' Hard-favour'd tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean, 

Hateful divorce of love,' — thus chides she Death, — 

* Grim-grinning ghost, earth's worm, what dost thou mean 

To stifle beauty and to steal his breath, 

Who when he lived, his breath and beauty set 
Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet ? — Line 931. 

* See the song from "Cymbeline," Act 2, Sc. 3. 



LUCRECE. 157 



Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet 
Could rule them both, without ten women's wit. 

Line 1007. 

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, 
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. 



Line 10 19. 



LUCRECE. 

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade 

The eyes of men without an orator. — Line 29. 

Those that much covet are with gain so fond, 
For what they have not, that which they possess 
They scatter and unloose it from their bond, 
And so, by hoping more, they have but less ; 
Or, gaining more, the profit of excess 
Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, 
That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain. 

Line 134. 

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week ? 

Or sells eternity to get a toy ? 

For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy ? 
Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, 
Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down ? 

Line 212. 

All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth. — Line 268. 

True grief is fond and testy as a child.* — Line 1094. 

'Tis double death to drown in ken of shore ; 
He ten times pines that pines beholding food ; 

* Shakespeare has applied the same expression to love in "The Two 
Gentlemen of Verona," Act 1, Sc. 2. 



158 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE, 

To see the salve doth make the wound ache more ; 
Great grief grieves most at that would do it good ; 
Deep woes roll forward like a gentle flood, 

Who, being stopp'd, the bounding banks o'erflows ; 

Grief dallied with nor law nor limit knows. 

Line 1 1 14. 

For men have marble, women waxen, minds, 
And therefore are they form'd as marble will ; 
The weak oppress'd, the impression of strange kinds 
Is form'd in them by force, by fraud, or skill : 
Then call them not the authors of their ill, 
No more than wax shall be accounted evil 
Wherein is stamp'd the semblance of a devil. 

Line 1240. 

The old bees die, the young possess their hive. 

Line 1769. 



A LOVER'S COMPLAINT. 

' O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies 
In the small orb of one particular tear ! 
But with the inundation of the eyes 
What rocky heart to water will not wear ? 
What breast so cold that is not warmed here ? 
O cleft effect ! cold modesty, hot wrath, 
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath. 

Line 2S8. 



THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM. 

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together : 
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care ; 
Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather ; 
Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. 



SONNETS. 159 



Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short ; 

Youth is nimble, age is lame ; 
Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold ; 

Youth is wild, and age is tame. 
Age, I do abhor thee ; youth, I do adore thee ; 

O, my love, my love is young ! 
Age, I do defy thee : O, sweet shepherd, hie thee, 

For methinks thou stay'st too long. — Line 157. 

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good ; 

A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly ; 

A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud ; 

A brittle glass that 's broken presently : 
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, 
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. 

And as goods lost are seld or never found, 

As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh, 

As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground, 

As broken glass no cement can redress, 
So beauty blemish'd once 's for ever lost, 
In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost. 

Line it 



SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC. 

20. 
Live with me, and be my love, 
And we will all the pleasures prove 
That hills and valleys, dales and fields, 
And all the craggy mountains yields.* 

21. 

He that is thy friend indeed, 
He will help thee in thy need : 
It is usually supposed that this song was written by Marlowe. 



160 QUOTA TIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 

If thou sorrow, he will weep ; 
If thou wake, he cannot sleep ; 
Thus of every grief in heart 
He with thee doth bear a part. 
These are certain signs to know 
Faithful friend from flattering- foe. 



SONNETS. 
1 8. 

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May. 

25. 
The painful warrior, famoused for fight, 

After a thousand victories once foil'd, 
Is from the books of honour razed quite, 

And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd. 

35- 
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. 

54. 
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye 

As the perfumed tincture of the roses, 
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly 

When summer's breath their masked buds discloses. 

in. 

My nature is subdued 
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand. 

116. 

Love is not love, 
Which alters when it alteration finds — 

***** 
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. 
If this be error, and upon me prov'd, 
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. 



INDEX 


OF THE PRINCIPAL WORDS IN THIS BOOK. 


^>^ 


Abuse, 152 


Apple, 2 


Academes, 23 


Appliance, desperate, 133 


Account, 122 


Apprehension, 14, 123 


Achievement, 85 


April, 7 


Acting, 105 


Arise, 149 


Action, 127, 128 


Arms, 2 


Actor, 13 


Arrow, 136 


Actors, 4, 123 


Arrows, 126 


Admittance, 149 


Art, 123 


Advancement, 129 


Asleep, 3 


Adversaries, 40 


Ass, 22 ; his master's, 140 


Adversity, 17, 35 


Assassination, in 


Affection, 154, 155 


Assurance double sure, 115 


Affliction, 146 


Aught, 85 


Afternoon, 122 


Augury, 136 


Agate-stone, 93 


Authority, 14, 139 


Age, 11, 20; old, 116; settled, 133, 


Avoid, 132 


134, 137, 148, 158 


Awe, 104 


Agony, 24 


A-weary, 30 


Air, 5, 14 ; the intrenchant, 117, 




145 




Alabaster, 29 


Babe, 7 


Alderman, 93 


Babes, 42 


Alexander, 135 


Baby, 12 


Ambition, 81, 83, 108 ; vaulting, 


Bachelor, 20, 39 


112 


Backs, 2 


Angel, 135 


Badge, 23 ; nobility's true, 91 


Angels, 14, 84; trumpet-tongued, 


Ban, 3 


112 


Bank, 27 ; bankrupt, 32 


Anger, 148 


Bargain, 7 


Answer, 45 


Barge, 147 


Anthropophagi, 142 


Barns, 4 


Antidote, some sweet oblivous, 116 


Baseness, 4 


Antres, 141 


Basilisks, 71 


Ape, 14 


Basis, 3 


Apothecary, 99, 139 


Bat's back, 5 


Apparel, 16, 121 


Battalions, 133 


Appetite, 31, 80, 115 ; appetites, 


Battery, 45 


148 


Be-all and the end-all, 111 




M 2 



164 


INDEX. 


Bear's paw, 68 


Branches, 4 


Beast, 3, 11 


Brass, 82 


Beasts, 39; brutish, 108 


Breach, 122 


Beauty, 2, 7, 9, 15, 22, 88, 


94, 121, Breakfast, 80 


!53> 1 S7, 159 


Breasted, 2 


Bediellows, 3 


Breastplate, 66 


Bee, 5 


Breath, 151 


Beer-barrel, 135 


Bred, 32 


Beer, chronicle small, 143 


Breed, 10 


Bees, 158 


Breeder, 8 


Bees'-wax, 67 


Brevity, 123 


Beetle, 14 


Brewers, 138 


Beetles, gross as, 139 


Briars, 35 


Beggar, 3 


Brief, 75, 130 


Beggars, 106, 150 


Broil and battle, 141 


Bells, sweet, 128 


Brook, 11, 66 


Belongings, 12 


Brooks, 10 


Bent, top of my, 130 


Brother, 136 


Betters, 138 


Brow, dangerous, 105 


Bezonians, 67 


Bud, 6 


Birch, 12 


Buds, 160 


Birds of prey, 13 


Buffets, fortune's, 129 


Birth, 75 


Buildings, 101 


Black, solemn, 119 


Builds, 133 


Blade, 113, 118 


Bung-hole, 135 


Blasphemy, 14 


Burden, 2, 4, 5 


Blasts, 72 


Burning, 93 


Blemish, 45 


Burs, 87 


Blessing, 4, 121 


Bush, 40 


Blind, 31 


Butcher, 66 


Blindness, 9 


Butterflies, 87 


Blood, 11, 115, 117, 138 


Buz, 124 


Blossom, 5, 144 




Blush, 90 


Cabin'd, 114 


Boar, 154 


Csesar, imperious, 135 ; fit to stand 


Bodkin, 127 


by, 144 


Body, 30 


Caitiffs, wicked, 104 


Bolt, 13 


Cakes and ale, 44 


Bondage, 96 ; obsequious, 


140 Calumny, 15, 45, 127 


Bondman's key, 30 


Candle, 34 ; brief, 117 


Bones, 2 ; weary, 82, 108 


; a ma- Candles, night's, 98 


tron's, 131 


Canker, 2, 6, 160 


Book, 10, 23 


Cannibals, 142 


Born, 140 


Cap, 41 


Borrower, 122 


Captain, 14 


Bosom, 12 


Card, speak by the, 134 


Bosoms, double, 90 


Care, 43, 97 


Bough, s 


Carkanet, 18 


Bound, 17 


Carpenter, 133 


Bounty, 96 


Cast, 76 


Boxes, empty, 99 


Cat, 3 ; i' the adage, 112, 136 


Boy, parlous, 74 


Cataracts, 137 


Brain, heat-oppressed, 112 ; coin- 


age of, 132 


Cause, virtue s, 91 


Brains, 115, 143 


Caviare, 124 



INDEX. 165 


Censure, 15, 121 ; wisest, 


144 




Confirmations-, 145 


Ceremony, 13 ; enforced, 


109, 


115 


Conscience, coward, 75, 126, 127 


Ceres, 4 






Conspiracy, 105 


Chain, 11, 18 






Constant, 10 


Chalice, poison'd, in 






Construe,. 105 


Chance, reproof of, 85 






Consummation, 126 


Chanticleer, 2 






Contagion, 130 


Charnel-house, 98 






Content, 16, 38, 145 


Charybdis, 33 






Continuance, 4 


Cheek, 42, 95 






Contumely, the proud man's, T27 


Cheeks, crack your, 137 






Conversation, 129 


Cherry, 28 






Coral, 2 


Chickens, all my pretty, 


116 




Correspondent, 1 


Child, 8, 21, 31 ; melancholy's, 


no; 


Corse, a wretched, 104 


a thankless, 137, 157 






Couch, 5 


Children, 12 






Counsel, 101 


Chimney-sweepers, 151 






Counterfeit, 74 


Choler, 77 






Countrymen, 107 


Choughs, 139 






Courage, 112 


Christian Prince, 74 






Course, 8, 26 


Christians, 31 ; accent of, 


129 




Courtesy, the very pink of, 97, 144 


Chronicles, abstract and brief, 


124 


Courtier, heel of the, 134 


Churchman, 83 






Courtsied, 2 


Churchyards, 130 






Covet, 157 


Circumstance, 145 






Cowards, 106, 127 


Civet, an ounce of, 139 






Cow'd, ti8 


Clay, 135 






Cowslips, 5 


Cleft, 132 






Crannies, 17 


Clergymen, 74 






Crests, vulnerable, 118 


Climber upward, 105 






Cribb'd, 114 


Cloak, 10 ; night's, 96 ; 


my inky, 


Crimes, 23 


119 






Critical, 143 


Cloaks, 74 






Crow, 35, 93 


Clod, 14 






Crown, 13 


Clothes, tatter'd, 139 






Crowns, 115 


Cloud, 74, 149 






Crows, 139 


Cloud-capp'd, 5 






Cruelty, 83 


Clouds, 7 






Cry, 21, 140 


Clowns, play your, 129 






Cuckoo, 25 


Coal, 154 






Cunning, 153 


Coats, lined their, 140 






Cup, inordinate, 143 


Cock, the village, 76, 118 






Cur, hot o'erweening, 68 


Cock-a-doodle-doo, 2 






Cure, 1 


Coil, this mortal, 127 






Curls, Hyperion's, 131 


Colossus, 104 






Current, 7 


Comedy, 124 






Curs, 65 ; common cry of, 90 


! Comfort, 2, 82 






Curse, 1, 66 


Command, 1, 85 






Curses, 116 


Companions, 103, 147 






Custom, 13, 122, 144, 148 


Comparison, 21 






Customs, new, jj 


Comrade, 121 






Cut, unkindest, 109 


Concealment, 44 






Cutpurses, 138 


Conclusion, lame and impotent 


*43 




Confess, 132 






Dagger, 112 


Confin'd, 114 






Dainties, 23 



i66 



INDEX. 



Dalliance, 121 

Dams, 3 

Dan Cupid, 22 

Danger, 89 

Daniel, 34 

Dare do all, 112 

Dart, 12 

Date, 42 

Daughter, 141 

Day, remorseful, 67 ; jocund, 98 ; 

the roughest, in, 123 
Dead, 113, 157 
Deafness, 1 
Dearth, 74 
Death, 14, 15, 90 ; by inches, 91 ; 

prorogued, 96, 98 ; point of, 99, 

106, 151, 155, 157 
Debts, 4 
Deceivers, 19 
Decorum, 12 
Decrees, 12 
Deed, 34 
Deeps, 9 

Deer, 39, 106 ; stricken, 130 
Defect, 4 
Deformity, 71 
Deliciousness, 97 
Desert, 124 
Desire, 12 
Destiny, 32 
Destroy, 114 
Devil, 18, 30, in ; a painted, 113, 

126, 143, 144 
Devils, 1, 23 
Die, 76 
Dies, 4 

Digestion, good, 115 
Dimple, 153 
Discontent, 70 
Discourse, 153 
Discretion, outsport, 144 
Diseases, 133 
Dish, 3 

Displeasures, 43 
Dissembler, 72 
Dissembly, 21 
Dissolve, 5 
Divine, 30 

Divinity, 11, 133, 136 
Doctor, 151 
Doer's deed, 42 
Dog, no, 136, 139, 147 
Dogs, 116 

Doit, 3 ; dissension of a, 9 
Done, if it were, in 



Dovecote, 91 

Doves, 69 ; nimble pinion'd, 97 

Doubts, 12, 151 

Draff, n 

Dragonish, 149 

Dream, Clarence's, 72 

Dreams, 5, 94 

Drinking, 144 

Drops, ruddy, 106 

Dulness, 1 

Dumb, 157 

Dust, noble, 135 

Duty, 123 

Eagle, 91 

Eagles, 72 

Ear, 24 ; Ethiop's, 94, 153 

Ears, 107 

Earth, 27, 75 

Echo, 96, 117 

Effect, 123 

Effects, 6 

Egg, 97 

Eld, 11 

Elm, 18 

Empty, 1 

End, 89 

Endowments, 153 

Ends, 4 ; basest, 103, 136 

Enemies, 81, 101 

Enemy, 95 

Engineer, 132 

Engines, mortal, 146 

England, 3 

Enmity, 2, 95 

Ensign, beauty's, 99 

Envy, lean-fac'd, 66 

Epilogue, 40 

Equivocation, 134 

Erebus, 105 

Error, 10, no 

Essence, 14 

Et tu, Brute, 106 

Evil, 108, 115 

Excellency, 19 

Exchange, 7 

Execution, 82 

Executioner, 72 

Exhalation, 80 

Expectancy, 128 

Experience, 7 

Extenuate, 147 

Eye, 95, old man's, 97 ; like Mars, 

131 ; mind's, 120 
Eyes, 2, 3, 7, 10, 23, 24, 39, 71, 113 





INDEX. 167 


Fabric, 5 




Flowers, 74, 149, 153 


Face, 93 




Fly, 92 


Faces, 8 




Foe, 77; insolent, 141 


Faculty, 123 




Foes, 10 


Fade, 2 




Foil, 4 


Fail, 112 




Foison, 4 


Fair, 9 ; ever, 143 




Folly, 6, 24 


Fairy, 153 




Fool, 3, 36, 39, 130, 152 


Faith, simple, no 




Fools, stage of, 140 ; suckle, 143 


Falling off, 122 




Foot, 2 


Falsehood, 30 ; bait of, 122, 150 


Forfeit, 13 


Fame, 91 




Forfeits, 16 


Fancies, 16 




Form, 9; mould of, 128 


Fancy, 32 




Fortune, 87, 109, 1 10 ; outrageous, 


Fancy's course, 43 




126 ; sick in, 136, 151 


Fantasy, n 




Fortunes, rub in your, 77 


Farewell, 80, 145 




Frailty, 120 


Fashion, 18, 21, 105 ; glass of, 


128 


Freedom, 106 


Fast bind, 31 




Frenzy, 29 


Fate, a bond of, 115 




Friend, 10, 101, 159 


Father, 2, 26, 31, 120 




Friends, 31, 38, 103, 107, 121 


Fathers, 12 




Friendship, 19 


Fathom, 2 




Frowns, 154 


Fault, 13 




Fruits, 144 


Faults, 11, 15, 82 




Fulness, 150 


Fear, 67, 87, 152 




Furnace, 77 


Feast, 31 




Fury, 40 


Feasts, 100 






Fellow, 5 ; periwig-pated, 128, 


134 


Gain, 6, 157 


Felt, 140 




Gall, 15, 66 


Females, 17 




Gallows, 5 ; maker, 133 


Fens, reek 0' the rotten, 90 




Gambols, 135 


Ferdinand, 1 




Garden, an unweeded, 120 


Fiction, 124 




Garlands, 9 


Fie, foh, and fum, 138 




Garners, 4 


Field, mistress of the, 79 




Garter, order of, 64 


Fiends, these juggling, 118 




Gate, heaven's, 149 


Figure, 8 ; fixed, 146 




General, 9 


Finger, slow, 146 




Genius, 105 


Fire, 6, 7, 12, 40, 70, 93 ; i' 


the 


Gentleness, 3 
German clock, 23 


flint, 100, 122, 123 




First sight, 39 




Giant, 13, 14 


Fish, 3 




Giants, 150 


Fishes, 152 




Gibes, 135 


Fish-like, 3 




Gifts, rich, 127 


Flames, 12 




Girdle, 27 


Flatter, 8, 152 




Givers, 127 


Flatterer, 100 




Glisters, 32 


Flatteries, 101 




Globe, 5 


Flattery, 83, 101 




Glory, 7, 23 ; of this life, 101, 103 


Flesh, solid, 119 




Glove, 95 


Flint, snore upon the, 150 




Glow-worm, 122 


Flood, no 




Gnats, 17 


Floods, 14 




God, 26, 65, 81, 104 


Flout, 4 




Going, 115 



1 68 




INDEX. 


Gold, 32, 104, 149 






Heifer, 66 


Good, 8, 12, 108 






Heir, 152 


Goodness, 15, 139 






Hell, 1, 23; dark-seated, 66, 75, 


Good-night, 96 






ii3> 1 3° 


Goodwill, 29 






Hell-hound, 117 


Gouts of blood, 113 






Herald Mercury, 131 


Grace, 4, 9, 15 






Heralds, love's, 97 


Graces, 8 






Herbs, 74, 97 


Gradation, 140 






Heretics, 138 


Grammar school, 68 






Heme, 11 


Grandmother, 1 






Herod, 128 


Grandsire, 29 






High, 72 


Grave, new-made, 98 ; maker, 


J 34 


Hip, 34 


Graves, 104 






History, 124 


Great, frown of the, 151 


; ones, 


127, 


Hit, a very palpable, 136 


152 






Hive, 158 


Greatness, 15, 16, 44, 80, 87 ' 




Hold, enough ! 118 


Green, 153 






Holy writ, 42, 72, 145 


Greenwood, the, 36 






Home, 2 


Grief, 2, 20, 24 ; glistering, 


78, 


Home-keeping, 6 


116, 157 






Honesty, 42 


Griefs, 142 






Honey, 97 


Groans, 6 






Honour, 4, 41, 56, 88, 107 ; books 


Groundlings, 128 






of, 160 


Guard, good, 148 






Honours, blushing, 80 


Gum, 100 






Hoods, 79 
Hope, 8, 14, 75 


Habit, 10, 121 ; outward, 152 




Horse, 75, 76 ; full-hot, 77 ; a 


Hair, 1, 17 






troop of, 140, 154 


Hand, 15,112; honest, 147; dyer's, 


Host, a fashionable, 89 


160 






Hours, 144 


Handle, 112 






House, 101 


Hands, 1 






Howling, 14 


Hanging, 32 






Hurricanoes, 137 


Happiness, 39 






Husband, 44 


» Harbingers, clamorous, 


117 




Hyperion, 120 


Harbour, 12 








Hare, 155 








Harms, 147 






Ice, 9, 14, 127 


Harness, 117 






I dare not, 112 


Hart ungalled, 130 






Idolatry, mad, 86 


Harvest, 4 






Ignorance, 68 


Hate, 95 






Ignorant, 147 


Havoc, 107 






Ill-blows, 70 


Head, 2, 101 






Imagination, 29 


Health, 115 






Imperfections, 122 


Heart, untainted, 66, 


106; 


o'er 


Increase, 4 


fraught, 116; ache, 


126; 


core, 


Increasing, 4 


130, 132, 154 






Indian, 3, 147 


Heat, 9 






Industry, 7 


Heaven, 9, 12, 13, 14, 


i5> 79> 


"3, 


Infidel, 34 


121, 130 






Infirmities, friend's, no 


Heaviness, 5 






Infliction, 12 


Hecate's offerings, 113 






Influence, planetary, 136 


Hecuba, 125 






Ingratitude, 38, 137 





INDEX. 


169 


Ingredient, 143 


Lady, sweet, 149 




Inherit, 5 


Language, 1, 24 




Inheritor, 152 


Lark, 35, 98, 149, 156 




Injuries, 137 


Last, not least, 106 




Innocence, 45 


Laugh, 11, 146 




Instructions, 30 


Law, 13 




Instruments, 140 


Laws, 16 




Island, 2 


Lawyer, skull of a, 134 
Lawyers, 6j 






Leaf, the sear, the yellow, 116 


Jack, 72 


Learn, 137 




Jealous, 145, 146 


Learning, 1 




Jealousy, 17, 145, 155 


Leap'd, 1 




Jerkin, 10 


Legs, 104 




Jest, 11, 25 


Lend, 137 




Jew, 32 


Lender, 122 




Jewel, 36, 145 


Letter, and affection, 140 




Jewels, 8, 153 


Leviathans, 9 




Jove, 96, 146 


Libertine, 121 




Journeys, 44 


Liberty, 12, 17, 106 




Joy, 19; doubtful, 114 


Lie, 39, 40 




Joys, 4 


Lies, 2 




Judge, 79 


Life, 5, 15, 34, 76, 104 ; gentle, 


no, 


Judgment, 13, 34, 121 


in, 117 ; the soldier's, 144, 


151 


Juno, 4 


Life's fitful fever, 114 




Justice, 12, 78 


Lightning, 99, in 
Light, 22 
Lights, 15 




Keeper, ii 


Li!y> 7> 79 




Kernels, 2 


Limits, stony, 95 




Kibe, he galls his, 134 


Lion, 27, 28, 65 




Kill'd, 39 


Lips, 13, 15 




Kin, a little more than, 119 


Liquor, 10 




Kind, 3, 8, 9 


Live, long, 74, 104, 159 




Kindle, 7 


Livery, light and careless, 133 




Kindness, 9 


Load, 83 




Kine, pregnant hinges of, 125 


Loaf, cut, 91 




King, 34, 45 ; a goodly, 120, 


126 ; Loan, 122 




of shreds and patches, 132 ; 


doth Loathes, 10 




hedge a, 133 ; every inch a. 


139, Look, hungry, 105 




152 


Looks, 6 




Kingdoms, 7 


Lord, buckram, 67 ; my bosom 


s,99 


Kings, 150 


Lord's anointed, 75 




Kiss, 7, 8, 77 


Love, 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, 12, 19, 


24, 


Kiss'd, 2 


26, 31, 44, 83, 86, 95, 96, 


106, 


Knave, knee-crooking, 140 


109; woman's, 130, 144, 148, 


153, 


Knavery's plain face, 143 


i55, i59, 160 




Knell, 2, 113 


Loved, 39 




Knowledge, 68 


Lovers, 28 ; meeting, 44 
Loves and counsels, 77 
Lowliness, 105 




Labour, 4, 6, 114 


Lowly born, 77 




Ladder, ambition's, 105 


Lust, 11, 12 




Ladies, 10 


Lute, 9, 71, 79 




Lads, golden, 151 


Luxury, 11 





170 




INDEX. 




Madmen, 28 






Mirror, 128, 151 




Madness, 101, 123, 127 






Mirth, 6, 24, 157 




Maid, the chariest, 121 






Mischief, mourn a, 142 




Maiden meditation, 27 






Miserable, 14 




Majesty, 123 






Misers, 152 




Males, 17 






Misery, 3 




Malice, 147 






Monarchs, gates of, 150 




Man, 1, 3, 8, 10, 11, 13, 


17, 2C 


, 29; 


Money, 38, 143 




state of, 80 ; falling, 


83; 


tnon- 


Monks, 79 




strousness of, 101, 105 


, 112, 


120, 


Monster, 3 ; green-eyed, 145, 


146 


123; as just a, 129 ; a 


poor 


old, 


Monsters, our rarer, 118 




137, 138, i45, 150, 152 






Mood, melting, 147 




Manners, evil, 82 






Moon, 96; bay the, no, 121 




Mar, 137 






Moonlight, 35 




Marble, dull cold, 81 






Moor, 131 




Marriage, 4 






Morn, 76 




Married man, 39 






Mother, astonish a, 130 




Mary-buds, 149 






Motion, 14 




Mason, 133 






Motley, 37 




Master, 3 






Mountain, 131 




Masters, 140 






Mouths, enemy in their, 143 




Match, 93 






Moving, 3 




Matin, 122 






Murder, 151 




Matter, 123 






Murders, twenty mortal, 115 




Matters, 4 






Murmur, 7 




Meals, 19 






Music, 8, 16, 34, 35, 43, 148 




Meaning, 3 






Myrtle, 13 




Means, 34, 38 










Meat, 97 










Medicine, 14, 151 






Name, the king's, 75, 95 ; good, 


Meekness, 83 






i45 




Meet, in 






Nature, 15 ; one touch of, 89, 


128; 


Melancholy, 36 






the stamp of, 132, 160 




Memory, 116, 121 






Necessity, 9 




Men, 10, 16, 17, 19; great, 67 


; re- 


Need, 150, 159 




proof of, 85 ; sleek-headed, 


105; 


Night, cheek of, 94, 97 ; a 


kind 


affairs of, no; wilful, 


i37> 


i44> 


good, 115, 123 ; witching 


time 


152, 158 






of, 130 




Mercy, 13, 33, 91 






Nightingale, 27, 35 




Merit, affected, 86 






Nights, 6 




Merrier man, 22 






Nile, 150 




Merriment, flashes of, 135 




Nobility, 67 




Metal more attractive, 130 




Nobleness, 153 




Method, 123 






Nobles, 138 




Midnight, 29 






Nooks, 8 




Midwife, the fairies', 93 






Nose, 12 




Milch-kine, n 






Nostril, n 




Milk, 3 ; of human kind 


ness, 


in 


Numbers, n 




Miller, 91 






Nurse, 7, 8, 12, 13 




Million, 124 










Mind, 8, 45 ; guilty, 70 ; 


diseas'd, 






116, 126; the noble, 


127, 


the 


Oak, 11, 13 




tranquil, 145 






Oar'd, 2 




Minds, 158 






Oars, 148 




Minnows, 90 






Oath, 68 





INDEX. 



171 



Observance, 122 

Obstruction, 14 

Occupation, Othello's, 146 

Ocean, 8, 16 

Offence, 130 

Offend, 29 

Office, 139; insolence of, 127 

Omission, 89 

Opinion, 152 

Orators, 157 

Orchard, 122 

Order, 115 

Organ-pipe, 4 

Ornament, 33 

Orpheus, 9, 79 

Oven, stopp'd, 92 

Owls, 5 

Owner, 65 

Oyster, 10 



Pageant, 5 

Pageants, 149 

Paid, 34 

Pain, physics, 114 

Palaces, 5 

Paper-mill, 68 

Paradise, 15 

Paragon, 123 

Parchment, 67 

Pardon, 13, 82 . 

Parish, 152 

Parlous state, 38 

Parting, 96 

Partridge, 66 

Passion, 124 ; whirlwind of your, 

128 
Pastoral, 124 
Pastors, ungenerous, 121 
Patience, 22, 144 
Peace, 71, 97 ; soft phrase of, 141 
Pearl, 2, 147 
Pearls, 8, 10 
Peasant, toe of the, 134 
Peers, 65 
Pelf, 100 
Perch, 13 
Perdition, 144 
Perfection, 19 
Performance, 103 
Peril, 95 

Perjuries, lovers', 96 
Person, 2 

Petar, hoist with his own, 132 
Phantasma, 105 



Philosopher, 22 

Philosophy, 98, 122 

Phoebus, 149 

Physic, 16, 116 

Pickaxe, 134 

Picture, 131 

Pilgrim, 7 

Pilgrimage, 8 

Pillage, 65 

Pillars, 65 

Pillow, down, 150 

Pirates, 30, 65 

Pitch, 20 

Pitchers, 74 

Pith, seven years', 141 

Pity, 44 

Place, 16 

Plague, 1 

Plants, 4, 97 

Plaster, 3 

Play, 126 

Player, a poor, 117 

Players, 129 

Pleasure and action, 144 

Pluck'd early, 154 

Plum, 154 

Pockets, 2 

Poesy, 100 

Poet, 100 

Point, highest, 80 

Poison, 66, 151 

Pomp, 70, 145 

Poop, 148 

Poor, 129, 144, 145 

Poor- John, 3 

Porridge, 2 

Porringer, 41 

Possession, 21 

Potations pottle deep, 144 

Pounds, 11 

Poverty, 99 

Praising, 43 

Pray, 100 

Prayers, 147 

Preferment, 140 

Presentment, counterfeit, 131 

Pride, 86, 145 

Priest, churlish, 135 

Priests, 138, 150 

Prime, 153 

Princes, death of, 106, 152 

Profanation, 14 

Profit, 1, 147 

Promethean fire, 23 

Promising, 103 



172 



INDEX. 



Proof, 11 
Proper man, 27 
Prophecy, 138 
Props of virtue, 74 
Proud, never, 143 
Provender, 140 
Providence, 89, 136 
Purpose, 12 
Purse, 121, 143, 145 
Purses, empty, 103 
Puttock's nest, 66 

Quality, 33 ; a taste of your, 124 

Quarrel, 22 ; just, 66, 97, 121 

Quarries, rough, 141 

Quart of ale, 45 

Queen Mab, 93 

Quench, 70 

Question, 126 

Questions, 1 

Quick, 126 

Quietus, 127 

Rack, 5 

Rage, 7 

Rages, winter's, 151 

Rain, 111 

Rangers, Diana's, 149 

Rascal, 125 

Rascals, 147 

Reason, 6, 28, 77 ; blind, 87, 123 

Reasons, 30 

Reckoning, 122 

Reeds, 1 

Reign, 70 

Remainder, 123 

Remedies, 142 

Remedy, 13 

Remembrance, 43 

Remembrancer, sweet, 115 

Remembrances, 5 

Renowns, 152 

Repent, 132 

Repose, 3 

Respected, 152 

Rest, 3 

Retreat, 38 

Revenue, 129 

Riband, 133 

Rich, 145 

Riches, 4, 153 

Ride, 2, 137 

Ridiculous, 77 

Right, 65, 78, 87 



Ripe, 144 

River, the fruitful, 119 

Robb'd, 143, 145 

Robe, 13 

Rod, 7, 12 

Rogue, 124 

Romans, 107; last of all, no; 

noblest, no 
Rose, distill'd, 26, 95 
Rough-hew, 136 
Rub, 126 
Rule, 70 



Sables, 133 

Sails, 148 

Saints, 14 

Salve, 158 

Samphire, one that gathers, 139 

Sands, 1, 9 

Satisfied, 34 

Satyr, 120 

Scan, 152 

Scarcity, 4 

Scarecrow, 13 

Scars, 95 

Scholar, 82 

Schoolboys, 96 

Schoolmasters, 137 

Sciatica, 102 

Scorn, 6, 146 

Scotland, 116 

Scout, 4 

Scraps, 24 

Scripture, 30 

Scylla, 33 

Sea, 8, 96, 152 

Sea-change, 2 

Seals, 15 

Sea-nymphs, 2 

Sedge, 8 

Seem, 144 

Self-slaughter, 119 

Service, curse of, 140, 147 

Serving-man, 10 

Shadow, 10; walking, 117 

Shaft, 30 

Shape, 13 ; ungrateful, 101 

Shed, 80 

Sheet, a shrouding, 134 

Sheets, 45 

Shillings, 10 

Ships, 30 

Shipwright, 133 

Shocks. 126 



INDEX. 173 


Shore, 3, 157 






Spirit, 11 


Sigh, 19 






Spirits, 4, 14 


Sighs, 6 






Spoon, 19 


Signiors, potent, grave, 


and 


reve- 


Sports, 4 


rend, 141 






Spring, 4, 25 


Silence, 19, 45 






Sprites, 2 


Silver, 3 






Spurr'd, 10 


Sin, 1, 13, 68, 151 






Squire, 138 


Sinews, 9 






Staff, 8 


Single blessedness, 26 






Stage, 37, 125 


Sinn'd against, 138 






Stain'd, 2 


Sins, 10 






Standing, 3 


Sir Oracle, 30 






Stars, 98, 123 


Skein of thread, 41 






State, storms of, 82 ; a watchful, 89, 


Slander, 18 






*47 


Slanders, 138, 150 






Statutes, 16 


Slaughter, 66 






Steals, 145 


Slave, peasant, 124; passion's 


} T 3° 


Steed, 145 


S leave, 113 






Steel, hoops of, 121 


Sleep, 1, 5, 97, 113 






Steel, 9 


Sleeping, 113 






Steeples, 137 


Sleeve, 18 






Stem, 28 


Slings, 126 






Steps, 7 


Sloth, 150 






Sticking-place, 112 


Slumbers, balmy, 144 






Stolen, 145 


Smell, 3, 11 






Stones, 8, 9, 97, 113 


Smiles, 143 






Stop, 144 


Snake, scotch'd the, 114 






Stools, 115 


Snakes, 27 






Storms, 74 


Snapper-up, 45 






Strain'd, 33 


Snore, 3 






Strait, 88 


Snow, 7, 127 






Stratagem, 140 


Soldier, 14, 144 






Stratagems, 34 


Son, 2 ; noble, 123 ; wonderful 


, 13° 


Strength, 13 


Song, 36 






Striving, 137 


Songs, 10, 135 






Stroke, 2 ; the tyrant's, 151 


Sore, 3 






Strokes, calumnious, 121 


Sorrow, concealed, 92 


; flouted 


Strutting, 2 


at, 92; sweet, 96, 116 


a rooted, 


Stuff, s 


116, 150, 154 






Substance, 10 


Sorrows, 133 






Substitute, 34 


Soul, 4, 17 ; my prophetic, 


122 ; 


Sucking dove, 27 


catch my, 144 






Suffer, 2, 101 


Souls, 13 






Sufferance, 14, 30 


Sound and fury, 117 






Suffers, 138 


Spade, 134 






Sufficiency, 22 


Sparrow, 136 






Suggestion, 3 


Speak, 29 






Summer, 5, 70 ; sweet as, 82 


Speaking, 3, 6 






Sun, 7; the all-seeing, 93; garish, 


Speculation, 88 






98, 123, 151 


Speech, 124 ; speak the, 


128 




Surcease, 11 1 


Spies, single, 133 






Surges, 2 


Spirit, master, 106 ; extravagant 


Suspicion, 70 


and erring, 119 






Suspiration, windy, 119 


Spiriting, 1 






Swain, homely, 69 



174 



INDEX. 



Swains, 87 

Swan, 93 

Swear, 96 

Sweetheart, 77 

Sweets to the sweet, 136 

Swine, 11 

Swol'n, 2 

Swoop, one fell, 116 

Sword, 10, 13, 72, 117, 150 

Sworus, 95 

Sylvia, 9 

Tale, 1 ; honest, 75 ; a round un- 
varnish'd, 141 

Tapster, 10 

Task, 151 

Tassel-gentle, 96 
Tear, 80 

Tears, 8, 125 

Tediousness, 123 

Temples, 5 

Termagant, 128 

Terror, 12, 13 

Thanks, 45 

Thief, 16, 20, 149 

Thievery, 103 

Thing, an excellent, 140 

Things, 8; ill-got, 69, 105, 115, 122 

Thought, 4 

Thoughts, 8, 12, 14, i2i, 130 

Throne, burnish'd, 147 

Throngs, 14 

Thunder, 4, in 

Thunderbolts, 137 

Tide, no 

Tigers, 9 

Time, 7, 8, 10, 18, 88, 89 ; of the 
hour, in ; recorded, 117 

Times, these pursy, 132 

Toad, 35 ; loathed, 98 

To be or not to be, 126 

To-morrow, 117 

Tongue, 8; candied, 118; trip- 
pingly on the, 128, 129, 154 

Tongues, 24 

Tooth, a serpent's, 137 

Toothache, 22 

Torches, 12, 94, 153 

Touch, 9 

Tower of strength, 75 

Towers, 5 

Tragedian, 74 

Tragedy, 124 

Traitors, 12, 75 ; women's, 150 

Trash, 145 



Treason, 132, 151 

Treasons, 34 

Tree, n 

Trencher, 3 

Trencher-man, 19 

Tricks, 14, 23 

Trifles, 145 

Triton, 90 

Trod, 2 

Troop, the plumed, 145 

Troubles, a sea of, 126 

True, 29 

Trump, 145 

Trumpets, 117 

Truncheon, 13 

Truth, 3, 80; carp of, 122, 123 

Tune, 150 

Turbans, their impious, 150 

Turk, 147 

Turn, 117, 146 

Turtles, 10 

Tyranny, 106 

Uncle, 122 

Unction, that flattering, 132 

Unmatch'd, 128 

Up-staring, 1 

Use, 10, 132 

Usurers, 138 

Valiant, 101, 106 

Valued, 85 

Vantage, 13 

Vapour, 149 

Variety, 148 

Vaunt-couriers, 137 

Verdure, 6 

Vice, 97, 132, 150 

Vices, 139 ; pleasant, 140 

Vile, 139 

Villain, 71 ; bloodier, 117 

Villains, 136 

Villany, 72 

Violence, 14 

Vine, 18 

Vines, 4 

Vir:ue, 8, 9, 13, 15, 45, 97, 121, 

132 ; assume a, 132, 153 
Virtues, 4, 12, 82 
Virtuous things, 42 
Visage, devotion's, 126 
Vision, 5 

Voice was ever soft, 140 
Votaress, 27 
Vows, men's, 150 



INDEX. 



175 



Wail, 157 

Wall, 93 ; patch a, 135 

Wallet, 88 

Wand, 7 

Want, 4 

War, grim-visaged, 71 ; dogs of, 107 

Warrior, 160 

Wars, 145 

Wash, go 

Water, 2, 9, 16, 66, 82, 91 ; honest, 

100 
Waves, 2 
Wave-worn, 3 
Weakest, 93 
Wealth, 103 
Weariness, 150 
Weary, 119 
Web of our life, 42 
Wed, 39 
Weeds, 74 
Weep, 92 
Welcome, 18, 114 
Well, 147 
Well-favoured, 20 
Wenches, 24 

Whale, very like a, 130, 152 
Whereabout, 113 
Whip, 147 
Whipping, 124 
Whirligig of time, 45 
Whist, 2 

Wife, 22, 23, 86, 106 
Wilderness, 9 
Wild thyme, 27 ; fowl, 28 
Will, 28, 99 
Win, 146 

Wind, blow, 20, 70, 117 
Winds, 14, 148 ; blow, 137, 160 
Windsor Forest, 11 
Wine, 40 ; spirit of, 144 
Wings, love's light, 95 
Winter, 25 ; wind, 38, 70 



Winter- time, 11 

Wisdom, 139 

Wise, 74 

Wisely, 147 

Wise men, 33 

Wit, 17, 21, 35 ; soul of, 123 

Witchcraft, 158 

Wits, 6 

Wives, n 

Wiving, 32 

Woe, 13 ; suits of, 119 

Woes, bearing our, 138 

Wolves, 6j, 102 

Woman, moved, 8, 41, 65 ; play 

the, 80, 91 ; born, 118, 120, 145, 

150, 157 
Women, 4 ; tell-tale, 75, 84, 158 
Woo, 39 
Woo'd, 65, 91 
Wooing, 84 
Won, 65, 91 
Word, 128 

Words, 7, 8, 24, 130, 154 
World, 10, 11, 14, 16, 33, 34, 35, 

37, 90 ; narrow, 104 ; uses of the, 

120; foppery of the, 136 
Worm in the bud, 44, 69 
Worst, 115 

Wound, 95 ; Caesar's, 109, 158 
Wounds, 75, 89 
Wrens, 72 
Wretchedness, 103 
Writers, 6 
Wrong, the oppressor's, 127 



Yarn, 42 

Yorick, 134 

Young, 74 

Youth, 6, 12, 20; in the cap of, 

133 > gravity andstillness of your, 

144, 158 



THE END. 



R. CLAY, SON, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS, LONDON. 



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